The land that time forgot

Ah, the joy of the early morning garden walk, coffee cup in hand, dew still on the grass, birds gossiping as they search for their "Wormy" breakfast. My eyes measure each plant for growth since the night before. Questions pore through my brain, "Did I put enough distance between the rows? Did I have tomato plants here last year? What vegetable is the best companion for onions?"

Then there is the final lap around each garden section before the sun sets. A good book for winter or dark of evening, but gardens are sun up to sun down Happy Hours.

 

I am the same. I am always wondering where time goes when I am in the garden.

 

??? where am I?

 

I've perused the forum topics quite a few times but somehow managed to miss this one. I have definitely been to the place you are describing. Time just seems to slow down in the garden. It is a magical place.

 

Donna, I'd swear you are talking about me

 

Questions pore through my brain,?

I definitely need a proof reader.

Pour, not pore.