Mom and I pulled cleaned out the garden on Sunday. I don't know why I didn't think to take a picture of the pile. It was impressive.
It was a little emotional for me. I enjoyed the garden so much this year. I remember my frame of mind when I was planting it. And I rejoiced for my personal growth when we were pulling it. This garden represented in it's most literal form, a growing season for me. An entire season has gone past. The work was real. But the bounty was, too. And each garden will become more beautiful and fulfilling from here on out.
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