As we traveled by train for long stretches, we saw many people working in their gardens. Narrow strips of yard hugging houses in town, endless green fields hemming in a cluster of tile-roofed homes, a community garden tucked next to a highway, each plot with its own personality. Makes me anxious to get outside and reclaim my own flower patch from the weeds.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Springtime
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As we traveled by train for long stretches, we saw many people working in their gardens. Narrow strips of yard hugging houses in town, endless green fields hemming in a cluster of tile-roofed homes, a community garden tucked next to a highway, each plot with its own personality. Makes me anxious to get outside and reclaim my own flower patch from the weeds.
As we traveled by train for long stretches, we saw many people working in their gardens. Narrow strips of yard hugging houses in town, endless green fields hemming in a cluster of tile-roofed homes, a community garden tucked next to a highway, each plot with its own personality. Makes me anxious to get outside and reclaim my own flower patch from the weeds.
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