Gardening is in large measure a phenomenon of attention.
In a well-made garden every day is new.
Gardening transcends everything that otherwise divides us.
Gardener's , like everyone else, live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing. Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy, calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.
Am I accurately reporting what I see in such a blossom? The answer is no ... and yes.
But there is one place where a person can make choices that will lead in a small way toward greater sanity in dealing with the natural order. That place is the private garden.