Gardening is my escape. I disappear in work and simple pleasures. I don't think about anything. It's the only time that my mind is truly at rest. And I do feel happy there, weeding, planting flowers, getting dirty. Right now, at this moment, I have this mental image in my head, of a younger me, kneeling over a new flowerbed in a house I once lived in and I can almost recreate the feeling of it. I can see it. There are so many moments like that and they are always in gardens with me working. By myself. Most people don't take as much pleasure in weeding as I do. Weeding...
My "happy place" has always been in the garden.
And I know it's my escape.
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