They remind me that the world is still capable of producing something beautiful
Something new, something fresh and innocent
Growing plants teaches me patience
I love to see the light bouncing through the leaves as if to say —
You’re still here. There’s still a bit of beauty in this day.
Still hope
When I see a flower blossom or a veggie pop out,
I feel a small sense of accomplishment
I made something grow with time and effort
perhaps gardening is the therapy I really need
