If you stop to look and listen, there is always magic in plants and seeds, in water and soil.
When I was small I often picked all the flowers in my mother's garden so I could cut up the petals, add water and make 'soup'. Usually. this soup was for tea parties with stuffed animals. Sometimes it was potions for interested younger brothers who needed extra strength and courage to fight the dragon. Other times, it started conversations with grownups walking by...I could never coerce any into taking a sip.
Of course these fantasies did not really require the discipline that weeding and cultivating a garden does. But at the root it was them same. I was and am still, entranced; the quiet magic of the colors, the water and the earth both soothe and excite me. Someday, my garden will be a place for young and old to get lost in their imagination. Right now, it;s a good thing I have an imaginations because my garden needs it to get lost in it...but here's what I've been working on.
This spring I planted sunflower seeds and pick-axed out flower beds around the edge of our lawn.
I put in the seedlings and they looked like this
And now they look like this.
I put in sunflowers, lupine, foxglove and asters next to the back porch.
They grew...
And grew...
And GREW! 
There's just nothing so incredible as tending the earth while it is doing it's work!
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