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Inch by inch,

Row by row,

I’m going to make

This garden grow

“I think this is from a line in a song. My mother used to always

sing it when she did chores. I like it because it makes me

remember how determined she was about always making life

better. She knew nothing happened all at once. It takes effort.

And important things happen a little at a time. And things

don’t always show while they’re growing. My mother was a wise

woman. We didn’t have a yard or a garden, but we have a pretty

terrific family. And now I think I know what she meant. I miss

my mother a lot. I wish she was around to read this."


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