Working in the Garden

Working in the garden . . .

gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.

Nothing here is in a hurry.

There is no rush toward accomplishment,

no blowing of trumpets.

Here is the great mystery of life and growth.

Everything is changing, growing, aiming at something,

but silently, unboastfully, taking its time.

Ruth Stout

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