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Let’s face it, though, many of us don’t have a place, or at least time, to garden. I can barely keep my lawn watered and mowed, let alone plan, plant, and putter in a garden. Today my front lawn, dry and yellow from the frost, is covered with red pine needles and stubs of branches broken by gray squirrels. Does this send a message to my neighbors that I have no neighborhood pride?
Landscape has long been a canvas for one’s philosophy and social status. Surely it also intersects with our spiritual “in scape.” The natural world functions within and without; our true terrain is where our sense of place finds resonance with our personal story.

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