We returned from our trip yesterday evening. This morning, I stepped onto the back patio, with a fresh cup of joe, to peer at the garden I had left behind a week before. The jungle that appeared before me bore only some resemblance to my memory. I picked the first two zucchinis, each about a foot long. Green tomatoes appear in profusion, promising a deluge of red come May. The beans are in bloom, and the first blossoms peek out from the tiny pepper plants. A couple plants provide recognizable though immature acorn squash. The carrot tops are six inches above ground.
Abundance and growth. Out of what? Letting go.
Is this a metaphor for life?