The garden bed after clearing.
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The garden bed after planting.
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Now in a couple of months....
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As I spent time on the dollhouse/scrapbooking cupboard (painting the record cupboard in particular was awkward, with those narrow slots) and weeding/clearing this garden bed, in which boston fern baubles seem to be endless, I was thinking about perseverance. There were points at which I could happily have given up, and sometimes did (temporarily). Points at which I was grimly continuing, without much joy at all. And that's process, isn't it? Perseverance, persistence. Which we learn from all sorts of places and experiences. I know kids who just don't have 'it' - if something isn't instant, they abandon it. And miss out on the satisfaction of a job, with which one persisted, being complete. The lesson of a garden, too is patience - I hope in a couple of months to be picking parsley whenever I want it, eating cherry tomatoes and seeing a riot of colourful flowers. For now, it's potential and progress, and patience. I do not doubt that there will be more boston fern to weed out... (since it is a plant of patience, persistence and perseverance!)
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