When the growing season ends, some gardeners (and some lovers) will pull a withered embrace of sweet peas from the supporting trellis, sweep puckered tomato kisses off a stained patio floor, and say “so long” to root-bound, disappointing efforts. They’ll feel free at last. No longer engaged in watering, feeding, weeding. Free . . . until amnesia floats in on a soft spring breeze.
Jenny Lovewell
This article appears in Reaching for Resilience.