I work on my garden every day. Every day. It needs to be watered daily--twice daily during those awful 90 degree days. The weeds never end. They always come up and need to be pulled, and just when I think I've pulled every last one, twelve more appear. But every day something is different. A new flower has bloomed. Another one doubled in size over night. Something I planted didn't like the summer heat and now its gone. A cat dug up something I need to fix. I've had to learn to work hard and be patient, because the payoff is delayed from the initial labor. I have to deal with disappointments. Sometimes something doesn't grow or doesn't turn into the flower that I wanted, but the garden is still beautiful. Really, these are the lessons that I needed.
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