Sabra seems to enjoy watering more than I do. . .weeds are something that is quite a pain . . . she waters, I weed. . . .I planted a hummingbird and flower garden but we are still waiting for those flowers to grow.
I had a Zucchini plant that was growing in a pot right on my deck and the 102 degree weather killed it!
I thought this poem was quite telling. . .
Flower in the Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little Flower--but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and Man is.
Alfred Lord Tennyson