There is this beautiful garden you wish to make happen in your backyard. You can see it: the wild pink asters, the yellow gladiolas, the purple delphinium, red poppies; a little further down the basil, rosemary, and lavender, green and bountiful. You can actually close your eyes and know what it will feel like to stand in the middle of it on a late summer afternoon and not want to be anywhere else. You recognize a truth in you that you must plant the garden.
Then you actually look around your back yard and there is nothing but grass. Till the yard, and do it lovingly. And when it is time, throw in the seeds with care. Stand back and let the rains come and the sun shine, and let some unfolding process that we cannot really even begin to understand (even though science may say it does perfectly), take shape. Stand by, and water when water is needed, and weed when the weeds are in the way, and be patient. Tend to it carefully. Put a fence around it so the rabbits and the deer will not eat it.
And do not think, when your garden is not producing when you deem it should produce, that you should go till another plot and start over. Stand by, and eventually the little seedlings will arise, and eventually they will turn to flowers, to herbs. There can be no other way. Maybe one kind doesn’t take to the soil as you thought it would, and thus you are left no choice but to plant a different flower in its place. And your garden might look different than you thought it would when you started.
If its your heart’s desire to have the garden, and the seed has come to fruition in you, waste no time.
