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One day he taps on the window and announces,
National Planting Day!
I jump out of bed and bolt through the front door, enough
juice running through my body to need my usual two cups of java.
The
day I’ve been waiting for all along, and now it's here! I savor the moment - the pinnacle, the culmination of all things gardening, the simple transformative act which can turn any wasteland into Eden.
I hop onto the passenger seat of
his white truck and wait for him to fire up the engine. Field-trip to my
favorite place on earth – our neighborhood Home Depot!
Where do you think you are going? he asks as he unloads the tools from the back of the truck.
I look at him through the rolled-down window, thoroughly
confused.
What do you mean, ‘where do you think you are going’? You
said it’s the National Planting Day…
Soooo…
Well, we need things to plant. I enunciate the last word, getting a little impatient. When I want to plant something, I go to the place where miracles happen every day… Home Depot!
He shakes his
head and if I didn’t know him, I would think he thinks I am hopeless.
We don’t need to go to Home Depot. We already have
everything we need to make your garden a place ‘where miracles
happen every day’ – I can’t tell whether he is mocking me or not
- right here.
With that, he taps his denim shirt
pocket.
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