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I look forward to getting out into the garden each spring. I’ve never been able to define why or where the pull comes between Mother Earth and me – until this year. And it’s about more than dirtying my hands in her soil. Last week I was outside in one of my gardens, pulling the weeds that always seem to trump the wanted plants at this time of year. (Or any time for that matter.) After pulling a very long and very satisfying taproot, the truth hit me. I felt happy. And in that moment, I finally knew why. Gardening makes me ...

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