We’ve discovered countless gardens, a number of times; and each time, these two act as if the dirt is new. Yesterday, as they explored, I walked behind them, watching and snapping photos when I could. I delighted in seeing the dirt dust up when they fell on their bottoms and the leaves crackle under their stumbling feet. Oak smelled flowers and River spelled the colors of each one.
They learned many lessons in yesterday’s hour in the garden; but the most important was for me: There is always new life, growing in-front of our faces, rumbling under the beaten dirt. Even in the middle of the city, on a windy afternoon, with dogs barking and trucks honking in the background, new life is there, waiting to be discovered.