Philosophical Spirit

By fate and good fortune, when my time came with the Creator to pick what life I chose to experience, I picked the one with gardens. My seedling self must have wanted to know what it was like to watch things grow, bloom, die, and regenerate season after season—maybe even nurture lives as they take root. Also, my little pre-birth zygote must have asked that this garden love advance slowly. Maybe, had it come fast, it would have burned out. I saw the hard truth before I saw the beauty and that made me love it all the more in time. Gardens have nuance and personality. Each plant is different; each season is unique. There’s no end to the number of unexpected disasters waiting to happen. And yet, even when you do it wrong, there is always something that brings you back, and something b...