A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

about the wood, at least.

The planks were still solid, holding back the rich loam we had spent thirty years building up with compost and leaf mold.

The garden had always been our quiet place, a patch of land that did not care about bank statements or court hearings.

I dug another hole, placing a bulb with its pointed end facing the sky.

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