There is something infinitely healing
in the repeated refrains of nature-
the assurance that dawn comes after night,
and spring after the winter.
– Rachel Carson
Knowing next to nothing about gardening myself, I am so thankful for this community garden planted by our moms’ club. The play that happens here has connected us not only to the earth but, more deeply, to one another.
When we are here, we are home.
The details of the mud and twigs fascinate Moon, as much as I am by the growing gardens and blue jays dwelling behind the almond trees.
The garden is the only place outside of our home that Greysen has this kind of responsibility. Her purpose is valuable, real, and can be done independently.
The line between work and play is invisible. In the garden, all is as it should be.