I was devastated when I learned I could no longer grow edible things in this soil, on account of a hex from a prior generation known as leaded gasoline.
But then there were flowers. Crawling flowers, towering flowers, shy flowers, booming flowers. Deep oranges, addictive crimsons, creamy creams, pops of blue, languid yellows, and everything in between.
This flower garden grew, and my soul with it. It might be the best thing I have ever done.