Finally finished weeding my garden bed! Whoo! I’m grateful it’s done. It was tough transporting the compost from one side of the yard to my bed, then spreading it.
I thought about so much while weeding.
Something that came to mind: When I was 6 or 7, I remember my paternal Granny had a best friend named Rose. She was a white older adult with rosy cheeks. I wondered what it meant for my Granny to have a white best friend. I remembered they were both gardeners. She must have been someone special since my Granny didn’t hang with everyone, especially white people. Rose was a neighbor that Granny enjoyed laughing with while sitting outside on the front porch. I remember seeing them laughing together A LOT!
It’s been so amazing to see what memories and spirits come up while gardening. I’m so incredibly grateful for them! For me, Gardening is ancestry work.
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