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