The Gift of Work

When I survey my yard and the many gardens planted here before I arrived, I am sometimes overwhelmed by the amount of work required to maintain such beauty.  For instance, the large garden that runs down the banking along the road.

Banking GardenThe i-phone can’t capture the whole lush panorama.

Then I remember that it’s not work, but a gift.

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