Only a gardener can appreciate my backyard right now.
A gardener who has witnessed seeds that failed to germinate,
or those that do sprout, only to have them destroyed by squirrels, chipmunks or bunnies;
or ravaged by insects just as the fruit is just beginning to form.
A hopeful gardener who planted seeds late, just hoping they would stretch to their full 6 feet before frosts,
To see the hearty nasturtiums winding through the walls and floor of the playhouse.
Or, a hungry gardener who knows what a special treat it will be to eat nasturtium Pesto in the dead of winter.
The act of gardening builds patience, perseverance and patience; and the deep wisdom that knows that all this too shall pass.
A gardener can love this wild and tumbling back yard, knowing that frost will soon be here,