"I had a garden in the south of France. It wasn't a big garden. Or a sumptuous one. Or a successful one, even in the end. But that didn't matter. It was my garden, and i worked it hard and lovingly for the few months I had it--or it had me. This little piece of tan, clayey, French earth, nine meters by thirteen meters, (thirty feet by forty-three feet), was in fact the first garden I ever had. it taught me a great deal about myself. "your garden will reveal yourself," writes the wise gardener Henry Mitchell. It did.
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