I live in a townhome in Fort Collins, CO. My garden is 10′ x 5′, plus a few pots here and there on the adjacent concrete patio.

I spend A LOT of time dreaming about a “real” garden…a cutting garden and potager flanking the path beyond my kitchen door. A dense, dark green tea garden. Or a protected meditation garden at the end of an intimate, gently winding path. A labyrinth mowed into a meadow garden. Lilac allées and apple orchards. Lavender knots and sunflower fields…sigh.

1. This year, I will be present in my garden.
2. This year, I will be grateful for what I have.
3. This year, I will drive my (tiny) garden toward possibility and potential.

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