the humility of the garden

I am no gardener. Whether it’s because I lack the skill, the bandwidth, or the desire, I just can’t seem to care enough to tend to the earth around me with much beyond a hearty fern or a couple bails of pine straw. But I find it beautiful. I am enamored by my best’s friend’s knack for growing vegetables in abundance and moonflowers that audaciously bloom when the sun goes down. I am drawn to my mother’s daily rhythms in her garden as she sees how things could be better,… Continue reading the humility of the garden