Every time I plant a new seed, every time I gently pat in fresh soil on a young seedling, in my head I am hearing, "This is not going to work. Its not going to work. All this work will be for naught."
And then the first fruits...it's like Christmas morning! Every. Single. Time.
And then my first fruit. Again, always surprising me with lovely fruit from all that labor.
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