"Something happens when you are in a garden, when you garden something beyond
the tactile reminder that, in the history of life on Earth, without flowers,
there would be no us. Kneeling between the scale of seeds and the scale of
stars, touching evolutionary time and the cycle of seasons at once, you find
yourself rooted more deeply into your own existence transient and transcendent,
fragile and ferociously resilient and are suddenly humbled into your humanity.
(Lest we forget, humility comes from humilis Latin for low, of the earth.) You
look at a flower and cannot help but glimpse the meaning of life."
In this engaging post Maria Popova shines a light on the garden-related
musings of artists and writers down the ages.
