i say humbling. there are so many emotions as a gardener when you watch helplessly as hail rips through your garden. our earth mother is powerful.
one gorgeous august morning, i took pictures of my garden. everything blossomed and lush, the prettiest it has ever been.
that same august evening, i took pictures of my garden. everything broken. a lesson, perhaps. we gathered in silence and gasps and tears at the community garden. it was a funeral for our ego. a funeral for our eggplant, too.