Sometimes a garden is more than just plants and flowers. Sometimes it's not just about the sorting and arranging of plants, but about the sorting and arranging of thoughts in my mind.
There have been times when I've worked, and beat, and pounded every last bit of emotion into the soil, until my hands were numb and blistered, and my mind was almost still.
And then I've stood back and watched my garden unfold, and blossom, and grow. It's able to take everything I throw at it. It's never too much for it to take. It takes everything.
It helps to know that. It helps to know that there's always a place to put it. All of it.