"The Zen master speaks of chopping wood, carrying water. The gardener will know what it is to really be in the moment when she does her most rote, insistent chores. Knowing that, I garden this way: I practice a blend of horticultural how-to and woo-woo, and the view both outside and inward and far better for the fact. I practiced increasing horticultural excess, yes, those back and forth weekender years, but I also practiced communion and some moments of peace. In short: My garden saved me."
--from And I shall Have Some Peace There by Margaret Roach
I love this woman even if she can tend a bit toward hyperbole. Heaven knows, I do too.
I love that too.
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