By: Kristin Peterson (2/14/23)

Despite its best attempts at control, the Garden does not tend herself, and while overgrowth due to a curiously familiar feeling resonating of delinquency of care has contributed to her own oddly ordered, jutting sort of wild, untamed beauty, the need to weed has become apparent… aerate and expose her roots a bit to make space for further growth and actively inquire into the conception and implementation of the healing process needed for any damage that needs repair, in roots, trunk, limbs, or very core itself… and no garden can truly be pruned and primed so tidily as a constant and tender Gardener… armed first with the gift of Curiosity which led to Questions which led to Listening which led to Answers… which led to Action… *Snip, Snip!* Spring is nearly upon us… Tra-La-Lee!