Over the years I have endeavoured to make my garden a pleasant place, nothing fancy. After returning from the Okanagan in 2018, I did what I could to make it resonate from multiple perspectives. COVID accelerated this effort, to the point where my garden begins not from my door or the gates but from all four corners, each with a view to and from itself. Now I want my garden to be my heaven, the place I go to when I die. The more time I spend there, the more I will know where to put my bed when the time comes.
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