My heart beats a cha-cha after a few moments in the garden. Two steps back, one step forward, swing those hips, and pivot…

Watering plants and watching the arc of water make rainbows in the bright sun. Tending the flowers. Vegetables are too worthy, too practical, too real word for my idea of gardening.
I want the Secret Garden with a secret door. I want lush, verdant, and bursting with flowering shrubs, vines, and plants. Irish moss. I want fragrance and the hum of happy bees.
I want to cha-cha with the watering can.
A dreamscape. An escape from the real world behind my morning glory covered garden gate where the Mock Orange scents the hair this time of year.
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