Porch Garden Update: In the Light of New Leaves

Some mornings arrive not with announcements, but with quiet discoveries. Today, the leaves spoke.

Ruffled and radiant, veined like maps of memory, they shimmered beneath the sun—light resting gently on the backs of mustard and turnip greens, like prayer on the shoulder of a friend. Their edges curled slightly, not from age, but from the joy of stretching toward something greater than themselves.

Each leaf, in its own way, is an altar. The chlorophyll-green heart of a turnip green. The round humility of a mustard leaf. The soft serration of a radish top—each one silently practicing devotion.

In our contemplative gardening, this is what we learn: that growth does not require noise. That beauty does not demand perfection. And that presence—the true presence of attention—is enough.

The fig tree watches over them, as the worms below work their silent prayers into the soil. Above and below, it is all unfolding.

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