"Gardens remember. Hard frosts and sweltering afternoons. The footprints of many loving friends— hard-soled boots, flip-flops, bare feet—all but disappeared under new mulch. The disappointments of failed harvests and ripe heirloom tomatoes fallen unnoticed onto hidden places between pots and planters. Sweat dropped from gardeners’ foreheads, blood from rose thorns, and spit."
Chapter 18 Memory "The Garden: Perennial Reflections of Beginnings and Ends
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