The morning sun kissed my herbs today, giving me hope that they might just make it. Over at the other side, though, one of the Bonsai pots is still adjusting, its leaves drying up and folding into a thousand creases but I am still keeping my fingers crossed.
Gardening teaches me to be patient and hopeful, a timely reminder that in life, things don't always turn out the way we want and that ultimately, the universe has its own pace.
Coffee and gardening have been making my mornings perfect but I know it wouldn't always be like this. I concede to the possibility that I might wake up one morning and find one of the plants wilted, dried or scraped off by phantoms of the night, attacking on moonless evenings or on silent mornings.
There are lessons to be learned from my piece of paradise, here on Heartbreak Hill: You just do your best, love with all your heart and soul, devote with all that you can and then in the end, surrender to the thousand and one possibilities that life brings. Perhaps, that is what it means to be alive.