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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: How my garden helped me learn about love or how to survive its loss: 16 of 19

I never thought I’d like, much least enjoy, gardening till the day I had my own home and a garden that came with it. Oh, it was a filthy garden alright. Weeds up to my hips, wild flowers, thorns and brambles. I was keen about the house, but not the garden. I thought giving up the home for the sake of the filth of the garden was too much of a good thing to miss. So, my dear husband and I bought the house. We had a little dog, she was lovely. She was also a pedigree dog. She would love the house with the yard. I put off attending to the garden on my own. The gardener was good enough. I...
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