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When my Mom passed away suddenly without warning in Feb. I did indeed find peace & quite in my garden right along with taking out my frustrations, anger and grief out on the dreaded weeds, my gardens and flower beds were never so clean as they were by March last year...Even my Husband noticed the difference. Funny thing is to this day I now know I was so engulfed in my own world I don't remember doing any of it...I was completely at odds with myself for at least 2 week maybe longer. Thanks for the story and the reminder getting back to basics can indeed be the pill we need
So sorry to hear of your loss. My husband commented about the amount of energy I unleashed on a little bug munching on a bean (like I didn't have enough beans)! I don't recall being that energetic either. I do know that digging up the yard with my little garden hoe has always been my best medicine when frustrated (and the menfolk hide).
Thank you for reading and sharing your experience, and reminding me of the strength I find in gardening.