Growing grass was a favorite at the Dementia unit I previously worked on, so I decided to try it again. The patients got the dirt ready, planted the seeds, and water our tiny garden daily. Now the grass is several inches high. I make a joke about needing a miniature lawn mower. The patients love touching the sprouts and marveling at the way it grows quickly. I ask them, "when is the last time you felt real grass?"
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