Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
My backyard gardens are trying to tell me something.
I have had good intentions. The two barren plots will be filled with broccoli plants and collard greens (can you tell I live in the South?) as soon as possible.
But today consists of visiting classrooms, grading online assignments and facilitating a workshop.
My plan for the rest of the week–plunging my hands in the dirt and spending time with Mother Nature.