At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.
One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.