Its a glorious Spring day, bulbs are thrusting up through the soil, birds are a-teweeting, and my garden sits patiently waiting for me to come lavish it with love and attention. But Im sittting inside, guilty. Why? Because I haven't yet told it that I am leaving it. Breaking up. Divorve. Going and never coming back. It trusts me so much. Our love affair has had it's ups and downs but it surely doesn't suspect this betrayal. I am leaving it for a garden that can give me something it never can...chickens....
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