I read that dirt is a natural antidepressant once it is disturbed—little bugs get in your nose and make you happy. This explains why I am addicted to gardening.

You are never the same once your garden and eat what the earth yields. I’m so thankful for my father-in-law, Roland, who taught me how to garden.

My garden in Sequim has a new gate to shovel the farmyard poop that my neighbors—two sheep, two ponies, one goat, and a bunch of chickens leave me every day.