Gardening
When I was living with my grandmother in 2017 before she was affected by dementia and aphasia and still somewhat active she came to my room after my shift at Harrison's Grocery, the grocery store down the road I worked nights at, and said "Michael, your Great Aunt Petuna died yesterday," my grandmother's last living sister. Her reaction was sad but she was able to get through it through spending time in the backyard gardening. That was her form of therapy and I admired that about her.
You see my grandparents grew up in the great depression era, which led them to buy a house with enough land for a garden in the backyard. Every summer they would begin tilling the land when us grandchildren arrived in Bennington coming from Oakridge Ohio in late May after the regular school year had concluded and summer vacation had begun.
Throughout the summer we all would watch the planted seeds grow into full vegetable providing plants. From this experience in my youth I to this day have a love for gardening. Just like my grandmother it is also a form of therapy for me and every season I grow several vegetables and flowers.
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