Oh, dear friend, I know that moment of despair when you step out into the garden, reach for a beautiful sun-warmed tomato, and notice a mysterious hole in the side. It’s so easy to feel a pang of frustration or worry that the entire crop might be ruined!
At 73, living here in my cozy country house, tending my garden is one of my greatest joys. But between monitoring my circulation, monitoring those sudden, inexplicable purple spots on my arms, and doing everything I can to care for my well-being,
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