“I’m hot and sweaty – yuck!”
“A BUG! Kill it, quick!”
How my whiny teenage utterances haunt me, when I think of my former hatred of gardening.
Worse of all, when it came to eating my grandfather’s bountiful kale and kohlrabi or the glorious red beets grown by my parents, despite a lack of work, my fork was always the first poised to attack.
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