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      Ponderings

      Measuring Worth

      February 20, 2018

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      Shannon Goheen

      It was suggested to me, perhaps by mistake, that an associate’s time was worth more than mine.  She said that the hours she spent doing a particular project were more valuable than hours I spent doing what I do. 

      Value, of course, depends on the measuring stick.  If wealth accumulation is the measuring stick, she wins, hands down.  If helping people e...

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      Gardens

      Missing My Garden

      February 20, 2018

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      Shannon Goheen

      I’ll be taking a trip soon.  It’ll be a short one, by most standards, but I’m having some anxiety around it.  I expect that most of us get anxious before a trip, but for me, other than the usual “hurry up and get it all done before you leave” anxiety, something else comes into play.

      “I’m going to miss my cat,” is my first thought. 

      Light-hearted, yes....

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      Gardens

      Healed by a Garden

      February 20, 2018

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      Shannon Goheen

      While regular walks in our oak-pine woodlands woods satisfy my winter cravings for soul-calming communion with plant life, there’s another place that I visit, year-round, in Boston. 

      A bona-fide roof garden, it’s as majestic in winter as in the three warmer seasons. Quiet respect is the only requirement for entry. 

      You can find it on the 8th floor of Mass G...

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      Relationships

      Always...

      February 20, 2018

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      Shannon Goheen

      I was gardening in Chatham for a client with a grand seaside summer property.  It was a Saturday, mid-morning, and I was engrossed in my work.  Reaching a set of steps, I looked up into the eyes of their newest rescue dog who had been silently peering at me through the screen door. 

      I was beguiled.  And I felt an otherworldly nudge that I dared n...

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