I went to the garden center today and was an optimist, buying more bulbs and bare root fruit trees than I needed. As I was digging in the dirt later I was thinking about nature and it’s timing. My mom sent me an email while I was at the store to notify me of the death of the son of a former colleague of hers and professor of mine.
I think the thing I like most about gardening is how little control I seem to exert over what actually happens. I have a black thumb like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten more than three tomatoes in one summer, but year after year I try.
You do what you can do and you just walk away knowing that at some point it’s out of your hands, in the garden and every day.