A morning spent in the garden, nothing to plant, nothing to harvest today, but plenty of weeds. Growing up weeding was my least favorite thing to do. Now I think of it more as therapy than chore. When I look at a pristine bed, flowers growing strong and my tomatoes bursting with fruit, I don’t see the two hours it took get it looking that way but the peace it offers when it is done.
Time just drifts by when you are weeding, no phones, no computers, a moment in time with just nature.
What is your therapy?
