Every time I hear bad news, I plant as a small reminder of faith in the future. As seasons and reasons change, I plant. As plans and people change, I plant. As some things never seem to change, I plant. As I get pulled elsewhere, I ground myself once again with a ride on my bike (rain or shine) to gather what is needed next.
And I plant.
If interested in urban agriculture, you may enjoy my other blog and book, Food for My Daughters.
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