There may actually be a possibility that this child converts me into a gardener. We definitely have a long way to go, but I will admit to enjoying the outdoors so much more when I can look at things through her eyes of wonder. Clara loves to weed, especially if there may be a worm, snail or chrysalis to uncover. We spend a lot more time in the yard, giving me a moment to actually notice what's there. Our yard has been such a struggle--we lost so much ground in the year Ellery and Olivia died, and we've never had the gratification of caring for the plants we've put in because we're constantly fighting the hardy armies of things that preexisted us and that we don't want there. It's nice to be there with Clara, for whom the weed patches hold the greatest interest, and to be forced to live in the world at her explorer's pace. Much nicer that way, really.
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