By Patti Dobson
Love shines when you let the past go
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March 5, 2017
It’s an odd time of year, that space between winter and spring.
Heavy. Dreary. Sleepy. Cold.
My garden, usually the go-to place to dig, to think things through, to “be” in creation, is dark. Raised beds, various tubs and pots of all shape...
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