



β€οΈπΈπ growing a garden is how I honor my femininity . It requires me to be creative, trusting, & intuitive. Itβs a feast for the senses , so many plants smell amazing, especially the cannabis π the sticky medicinal terpenes linger on my fingers & nose π & so. many. colors π just like me & my ridiculous tan π the sounds of birds & bugs fill my ears & bring me into the Here & Now. The taste of our cold well water on my tongue gives me the energy to face the powerful sun for a while longer. & again I am amazed at the strength of plants & the strength in myself too π