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All week with my hands digging into the soil. Springtime in Virginia means mulch and more mulch, birds chirping, squiggly worms, robin eggs, bunnies, and so much chatter in my enchanted forest. It feels as though the very trees hold secrets within each root and whisper stories if you but take the time to listen. And if my secret garden played the violin, it would song like this: LINK CONCLUSION: Hold a poem with your bear hands just by digging in the dirt. Comments are closed.
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