We teach in biology that there’s no such thing as a “life force.” But working day by day in the garden I start to wonder. Seeing these wonderful plants as they bud, branch, twist and thicken. Seeing the dew in their leaves, the curve of a stem or root, the way they seem to climb and cover their woody substrate. The orchids have a life force that’s amazing to feel.
Being behind this growth, this struggle to survive, this advance of roots through the air or among branches. What a privilege to observe.
Seeing them rest in the cool weather, grow and flourish in the warmth, and persevere in the heat. Seeing the response to a rainfall, sensing the aroma of tiny flowers, watching the ants explore the terrain of an orchid plant. These are wonders without words.
The garden breathes and I breathe with it, a stillness full of life, a movement so subtle but so There. I witness it every day. Could there be a more encouraging sight?
Being behind this growth, this struggle to survive, this advance of roots through the air or among branches. What a privilege to observe.
Seeing them rest in the cool weather, grow and flourish in the warmth, and persevere in the heat. Seeing the response to a rainfall, sensing the aroma of tiny flowers, watching the ants explore the terrain of an orchid plant. These are wonders without words.
The garden breathes and I breathe with it, a stillness full of life, a movement so subtle but so There. I witness it every day. Could there be a more encouraging sight?
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