I have always suspected it
Now maybe it has been proved
We are never more human
than when we are gardening

There is something about soil
fingers getting black and gritty
touching a young seed
tucking it in a well prepared bed

Not for sleep but for
both growth and rest
for feeling the pull
of the moon

On its slender shooting self
Humans as gardeners
are human indeed
to me

Pruning too
I love pruning
can go hours with those lopper things in hand
snipping here and there

Sculpting my yard
by inches
and loving it
Being human

Even if you don't believe
the biblical story
about how this all began
you gotta admit it is a beautiful story
about being all too human