Tend
To grow a garden requires all of you, your body bent in every possible position, your hands weathered with chores, and every muscle and joint conditioned to the labor of love. A beautiful garden requires your soul, the agony of dreaming into being and the ceaseless tending to that which is ever fleeting, always in process, and breaking the heart open again and again with such simple pleasures and surprises that no one but the gardener will ever know.
