A Quote by Nancy H. Jordan on beginning, garden, life, memory, past, plants, and time
No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe that I began to unearth bits and pieces . . . of my past. Memories forever rooted in time were clustered in my garden consciousness like potatoes, waiting, crying to be dug up. . . . I plant flowers and vegetables. I harvest memories - and life.
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