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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Makes me miss gardening! 🙂 I love that feeling you describe so eloquently that you get when your hands are in the dirt
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Yes, it’s been a long time since I no longer have a house …I remember painting my nails dark colours during that time because I could never the stains off:)
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I spent forever digging dirt out from under my nails after playing in the garden.
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Yep, I hear you. Where I live the ground is hard and clay mixed not like the black earth in my hometown. But still did not want to wear gloves. That is like washing your new born with gloves!
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I do wear gloves because some plants are sensitive to the chemicals in our skin and the products we put it but that doesn’t help. I end with dirt under my nails anyway.
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Yes you’re right when transferring a plant to another pot I have started doing that as well.
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got to give our leafy friends every advantage in life! 🙂
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This is lovely
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Thanks, Celestine:)
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