Renae Bowman

I may, or may not, talk to my plants when I go into the garden. I may, or may not, be heard speaking words of affirmation and encouragement throughout the rows of growing produce. I’m not admitting to any of it, but there is a possibility. Just saying. Show me a gardener who toils over her crops, and I’ll show you a gardener who cares for what she has planted, and what she has grown. I’ve felt a tug on my heart this week to write a simple message of worthiness. Of your value,

Believe it or not, my tomato plants are still hanging in there; yes, in December! Who knew? But, something I am now contending with, is the over abundance of tomato-horn-worms. It’s the oddest thing. I had occasional ones during the summer months, but now, I’m finding multiples daily. They’re not easy to find, either. Their shape and color help them conceal and camouflage within the stalks of the plants. Left alone-they can destroy the entire crop. Here’s the gross part—turn