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Dirty Hands Mean a Cleaned-out Mind
Maryland, we experience all four weather seasons and winter can be brutal. So when spring finally arrives, it’s a welcome and exciting time. After snow, ice, wind and bitter-cold nights, the mild air and green surroundings that spring brings beckons everyone outside to their gardens.
There’s something about gardening—getting your hands dirty, pulling out dead plants, replacing with new life—that’s like meditation. It’s not exactly a mindless task because you have to pay attention to what you’re doing (pull the dandelions out, but don’t pull the tulips!). Still, the slow work pace, and renewed beauty are relaxing in a very Zen-like way.
My favorite gardening activity is starting vegetable seeds indoors in preparation for spring. Putting a seed in a small pot of dirt, watching it grow over the months from a tiny sprout, to a four-foot tall tomato plant, to a lush fruit-bearing bush, is a small miracle. A tiny seed! With a little love and attention, it provides nourishment and beauty.
Planting, weeding, watering and harvesting vegetables and flowers is work well rewarded. Not only with a taste of freshly-picked produce or floral arrangements, but a calmer mind attained by tending to the garden. It’s a bigger purpose in life, a way to focus on something outside of ourselves if only for a little while.
What are you planting this spring?
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She’s fighting to stay independent—he’s determined to protect her no matter what…
Brooke Richards survived the earthquake that took her parents and most of her leg, but she needs time to regroup. A trip to
Florida for a state-of-the-art prosthesis and to visit her best friend Linda seems ideal. But the trip turns traumatic when Brooke witnesses Linda’s boat disintegrating in a fiery explosion.
Police officer Garrett Ciavello believes the blast was intentionally set to hide something Linda found on a dive. When Brooke offers her expertise in underwater archeology, Garrett accepts her help with the investigation. But since his fiancée’s death years ago, Garrett has become overprotective, and as they are drawn to each other, Garrett realizes he will risk anything to keep Brooke safe.
Brooke is fiercely independent. Garrett is fiercely protective. Will they heal each other’s wound and find a killer…before it’s too late?
For the first time since the accident, Brooke forgot about her leg. Forgot about all she’d lost and focused on the way Garrett made her feel.
She knew she needed to stop him. She should find a way to resist the temptation to be with him. But for a few minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him, couldn’t she?
He dropped his hands to her waist and softened the kiss before trailing a line of kisses down her neck. A weak cry slipped from her mouth. “Garrett,” she whispered.
She should stop this now before it got any more intense.
He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his brown eyes, smoky with desire. Heat spiraled to her middle and she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent.
“I…I can walk you back to your own room before I head to mine.” His voice broke as he whispered.
She swallowed hard. She couldn’t do this right now with him. Too many obstacles stood in their way. But as she looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of those complications were bigger than her need for Garrett.
“Let’s go to your room,” she said, her voice shaking. She moved her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body at the feel of him. “Together…”