A giant bamboo grove had completely blocked our light – but with the right help, no problem is insurmountable
When I was a baby, my parents planted a garden that became a forest. All through my childhood they toiled in this endeavour. Watering, mulching – tending plants like they tended us.
My father was a man of action. My mother had to be careful what dreams she spoke aloud, as by afternoon he would have brought them into actuality; before she shared an idea, she learned to be sure. Living in close proximity to this kind of impetus made the world seem governable. My father – the creator – shaping our habitat. You would like a pond? Dig here!
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