"Everything grow for everybody. Everything dies for everybody,
too." Photo by Quincy Benton
Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many times that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends – truly knows – that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where there never was, there yet can be a garden so that all who see it say, 'Well, you have favorable conditions here. Everything grows for you.' Everything grows for everybody. Everything dies for everybody, too.
There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of irises. It sounds very well to garden a “natural way.” You may see the natural way in any desert, any swamp, any leech-filled laurel hell. Defiance, on the other hand, is what makes gardeners.
-- Henry Mitchell
On the Defiance of Gardeners from The Essential Earthman, 1981
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