It's a question I prefer to ignore.
What does my desiccated, desecrated garden say about me? Perhaps it says Matt and I moved to Colorado in June, unpacked our entire lives and built a garden in a week, spent all day every day in Montessori training through June, July, and August, moved into and organized our classrooms, and started our first year of teaching in a Montessori classroom.
Excuses, excuses. At least my quasi-valiant attempt inspired one person to start a garden. And she actually followed-through on her attempt. That makes me feel a little better.
 
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I promise I am open to feedback and truly appreciate hearing others' insights into my choices (it's like free therapy!), but please say it in the same way you would say it if we were sitting across from each other at brunch or next to each other on a park bench while our children play.