My garden this year may be small in size but it is pregnant with meaning.
It is political in it's stance against against systems of dependence that sustain poison products.
It is Spiritual connecting me with the land I am made of that sustains every molecule of my being.
It is economic a living protest against chemistry set foods and products of addictive enslavement.
It is artistic a living aesthetic sensory delight to see, smell, feel and taste in reflective bliss.
As my garden reaches to the sun, screaming it's fruitfulness in ecstatic bliss my soul joins in divine celebration.

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