Lessons from the Garden
I am not a fan of gardening, but I admire those who take to weeding like Olympic athletes: the focus, the passion and the energy they have. The skill of welding a pitchfork, and they rake with such precision and strength that the end result is beauty and magic. On the other hand, I find it less amazing. I grumble with each pulling of weed, sneering at the slugs, bugs, and, dear, I say it, butterflies. It feels like a…