more often than not, it takes us by surprise.
It is a gift, something to be treasured,
nurtured and kept safe from harm.
Once tended, it grows and blooms.
It is ever changing and if used,
becomes more polished with age.
If left to fend for itself,
it wilts and sometimes dies.
But if sheltered, will grow.
If watered with kindness,
will strengthen and bud.
If shared, will set seed
and flourish.
If given sunshine and laughter,
will send up new shoots,
in the form of new friendships,
enough to withstand the test of time.
Have you ever heard of Weed, California? No, not that kind, silly. I'm talking about the town. It's not some hippy cult out in California, although there are plenty of us hippies out here. I am a wife and mother, an artist and a gardener. I express myself on a grand scale and grow large things in my garden. Mostly teenagers! This is our story.
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