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I have a different take on being a gardener. I walk through my yard with my eye being attracted to whatever is momentarily beautiful. A butterfly? A bloom? A drop of dew? The brightness of a color?

A gardener is not a critic according to my definition. I realize my tendency towards delighting and have to focus on seeing the weeds to pull them.

I'm to enraptured by the beauty. I do get to those weeds and if company is over, I worry that they are notice my failings, but I've found many people spot the things that speak to them--and it's not usually crabgrass!

air jordans

Don’t part with your illusions . When they are gone you may still exist , but you have ceased to live.Do you think so?

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