My garden isn't perfect...and I've long since aspired to such a thing. There are insect bites and weeds; yellow and wilting leaves sported randomly. There are wild plants I've incorporated into the garden, which don't adhere to my desires to stay where I put them...their wildness untamable. But all the same, the vibrance of life can't be ignored...growth, blossoms, bees, birds, it's all there.
I'm like my garden. Bitten and bruised, sometimes wild, sometimes wilting, but deep down with a spirit that won't give up.
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