Sometimes I feel like an imposter while gardening. Like I am, as my younger son jokes, trying to color my thumb green with a sharpie marker.
I don’t always know what I am doing and wish I did. Wish I knew exactly what vegetation grows best in this place where I live. Wish I was aware of all the native plants of this region so I could make my surroundings…
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