Dear Lighter,
I love your passion for gardening. I could just visualize you kneeling and bending over nurturing the green and giving care in the soil.
If I had a place to grow a garden I would, it must be a joy to get out of yourself in into creation through nature?
It seems that the times when I go out for long walks, in the nature that surrounds my house, is when I too can hear the whispering of my deceased beloveds.
I have house plants. I have no idea what they are, they come to flower from time to time, in robust fashion. Then the flower petals fall off and for many months they are just green leaves. These little plants are good company - when one dies I always feel sad.
One day I hope for an outdoor garden.
Lise