I know my life as a mother is successful when I see my own children creating their own gardens….Today I took time to read what others think….
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It’s uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It’s trial and error, really. If something doesn’t work, it comes out, and you start all over again.