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	<title>Comments on: Gifts from the Gardener</title>
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		<title>By: Lydia Plunk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lydia Plunk</dc:creator>
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		<description>from Liz Primeau&#039;s  engrossing, enthralling memoir- &quot;My Natural History- The Evolution of a Gardener&quot;

&quot;This move is one we never should have made. Because they worked so well as a windbreak, the sturdy Austrian pines were favorites of highway planners at the time, and they looked so graceful around the cloverleafs we decided they would add some personality to our garden. Ours were cute little trees when we planted them, but in twenty years they engulfed the driveways and had to be limbed up; they retalliated by dripping sap over any car so audacious as to park beneath them.&quot;

That&#039;s one of the two steps. Once I get the thank yous out to the firefighters and some of the smoke filtered out of the air, I will get to the second part of the request. Doug Green is right. Anyone who has fallen in love with the feel and sweet smell of soil sifting between the fingers is going to LOVE this book.</description>
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<p>&#8220;This move is one we never should have made. Because they worked so well as a windbreak, the sturdy Austrian pines were favorites of highway planners at the time, and they looked so graceful around the cloverleafs we decided they would add some personality to our garden. Ours were cute little trees when we planted them, but in twenty years they engulfed the driveways and had to be limbed up; they retalliated by dripping sap over any car so audacious as to park beneath them.&#8221;</p>
<p>That&#8217;s one of the two steps. Once I get the thank yous out to the firefighters and some of the smoke filtered out of the air, I will get to the second part of the request. Doug Green is right. Anyone who has fallen in love with the feel and sweet smell of soil sifting between the fingers is going to LOVE this book.</p>
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