“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do . . . so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching. . . . The lawn-cutter might just as well not been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
—From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
In this season of gardening, it is worthwhile to contemplate: What flowers am I growing?
What am I changing with my touch, so it transforms into something more beautiful and a little like me when I take my hands away?