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No, they are not made in that pleasant way. Gardens, even a few square feet by the porch steps, require what is called work. But the work is fun. Thinking ‘Oh how beautiful’ while sitting in the shade comes later.

Unfortunately, not everyone gardens. A few, maybe,  do not garden because they have no interest in the matter. (I regard such persons as limited in some way). Many, however, do not garden because they do not have the opportunity. They do not have a yard or the time or a good back or some extra cash or something. They would garden if they could, but they can’t. A pot on the sill is all that is possible. But it is fair enough to call them gardeners because in gardens as in life, it’s what’s in the heart that counts. 

There is a lot going on in gardens. Things quicken, sprout, grow, bloom, flourish, wilt, die. And all we can do is watch and marvel. The system keeps going. Water rains down, says hello to roots, ascends through the plant to say hello to the sky. Dirt increases. Everything dances together. We poke here and there to assist this and that, but mainly we watch and marvel. It is, as is all life, a miracle. And along the way now and then we can sit in the shade and breathe “Oh, how beautiful.”