The sight of a person working in a garden always stops me. Whether on their knees digging or up on a ladder pruning, I know they are doing much more than tending plants or turning the soil. I have learned that people who tend gardens have stories to share and life to work out. Some are timeless stories of generations before them, like grandparents working in the soil to feed their families, sharing the details of a skill so much a part of us all. Other stories are stories of old pains, and a garden providing a place of hope and healing. Each seed is planted and tended with the hope that tomorrow will have a little more beauty and lightness in its day.
Always awed, I am called to the wild parts of this earth, the miracle of seeds, the mighty strength of the trees and the stories of garden people.