"Gardening"

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It’s a spectacular Sunday morning.

I bicycled by a dad gardening in the front lawn of his home. He had a good sweat going on—digging a hole for a little bush.

From the look of his snappy home, he wasn’t out there to save a few bucks on a gardening bill.

My guess is he was tapping into something that goes back a couple thousand generations in all of us.

He’s tapping into a connection, a need, a gravity to be one with our home. This place we’re so privileged to be a guest.

Our extraordinarily amazing, colorful, delicate, evolving earth.

And in planting that bush, in some way, we’re holding in our hands where we came from.

We’re seeding something with the excitement of imagining what it will become.