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Morning Puja

This morning, after I stretched and then sat for meditation, I went out in the garden.  I watered and weeded.  I picked greens and herbs and cherry tomatoes to bring to work as part of my lunch.

I usually work from home on Friday, but had to go in for an intense series of meetings.

I picked these glorious turnips for our office administrative assistant.  She is now the only support person in our office, and she is thus unsupported herself.  She enjoys when I share edibles from the garden.

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