By Alison Kerr
This morning my husband walked into the kitchen and found me standing with silent tears rolling down my cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” says he. “It’s my garden. I hate it! Here I am writing a gardening blog and I hate my garden. What am I going to do?” I replied.
When your garden makes you cry
Fortunately my husband is not prone to panic. He gave me a great big hug, which was just what I needed right then – a shoulder to cry on.
My tears soon dried up and I knew what to do. Life is full of ups and downs and gardens are no exception. I’m a firm believer in being sad when the time is right. But sometimes you just need to kick yourself in the butt. This was one of those times.
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