place of refuge

The gardener, a 68-year-old grandma, found her soul’s salvation in her garden. Her garden wasn't the neatest or tidiest, but it was full of love and provided plenty of food from the three raised beds she tended. These beds became a source of joy and sustenance, allowing her to try numerous recipes from cooking channels, stretch her social security check, and share the bounty with friends.

Using half of her grassy backyard, she had set up the three raised beds. To keep her dogs out, she rolled chicken wire around the entire area, creating a safe and secure space for her plants to flourish. During a particularly intense July heat wave, she added a shade cloth across the top of the garden, which did the trick to protect her plants from the scorching sun.

The raised garden beds were filled with a variety of vegetables. Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, and leafy greens thrived under her care. She loved spending her mornings and evenings tending to the beds, finding peace and satisfaction in the simple tasks of watering, weeding, and harvesting. The raised beds made it easier for her to garden without straining her back, allowing her to enjoy her hobby to the fullest.

She often reflected on the blessings her garden brought into her life. The fresh produce not only provided delicious and healthy meals but also brought a sense of accomplishment and connection to nature. The garden became a place of refuge, where she could escape the stresses of daily life and find tranquility.

Friends and neighbors frequently commented on her garden's productivity and the delicious dishes she shared with them. She loved the sense of community it fostered, bringing people together over homegrown food. Her garden was more than just a source of nourishment; it was a place of joy, love, and connection.

"Bless this garden and all the gardeners!" she would say, appreciating the simple yet profound impact her garden had on her life. The raised garden beds had transformed her backyard into a haven, a place where she could nurture both plants and her spirit.

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