|Garden as therapy|
Those bemused neighbors who track my burgeoning interest in plant cultivation, in addition to a helpful tip or two, have introduced me to the unique breed known as "gardeners." Gardeners see beauty growing in places where others never bother to look--the crack of a sidewalk, beneath a crumbling overpass, or along a storm drain. They understand the cycle of life.
On my street, and I suspect most others, gardens serve as therapeutic incentives to keep going, instilling some normalcy when times get tough. These cultivated patches of soil, window boxes, even containers on high-rise balconies reflect joys and sorrows, the good days, and those which are horribly bad.