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Aug 2013
Gardens come and gardens go
seeding, planting,
watering, weeding
as do the seasons,
as the crop is waiting for your care and
to greet you daily, for without a gardener
such as you, I may have turned to seed,
too true? Or become a bad ****.
Your garden is a beauty every year,
as for me, I am getting there, thanks to you!

©DWE08262013
77 years old, mother first, friend always, fastest member of the family track meet, softball pitcher, lifesaver, manager trainer, head cashier, originator of the green thumb standard for home gardeners in the 20th and 21st centuries, security guard, neighborhood monitor, a rose, survivor of many things, creative, master crafts woman, respected, loved dearly.   For all time.
Ottar
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