I think about my garden all the time. In the spring I'm out there daily, sometimes for hours. Sometimes I don't do anything, but just be out there. There are only a few other situations in which I feel as plugged in (maybe in the kitchen or with a camera in my hands). Everyday offers something new and amazing to witness.
There are worse things on which to obsess...money (or the lack thereof), loneliness, fear. I figure giving the garden an inordinate amount of attention isn't a bad thing at all.
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