Part of the appeal of gardens is that they are a ceaseless source of meditative metaphors, despite or partly due to their total indifference to what we think. I try not to give in too much, but after a long-overdue turning of the compost pile to prepare the pots for my heirloom tomatoes, I have to say:
Compost is the greatest, most hopeful stuff in the world.
I don't know whether to go watch the Ring Cycle or the Lion King.
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