Sowing Seeds and Nurturing Relationships
When I was a child, I loved to garden with my brothers and sisters, especially my sister Sandra. The part I loved best was planting the seeds. There was something about the act of putting a seed into
the ground with my hands while Sandra packed the dirt behind me that made me feel part of life itself. As I pressed the seed with my thumb I would imagine it growing into a vegetable, and I felt as if I were part of the growth process itself. Not understanding how it worked, but not needing to. It was awesome enough just to be a part of it.