Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Some gardens are pruned overzealously. Who did the landscaping in Eden? What type of garden do we want to live in, anyway? What type of garden would we be free in? I know that I feel brittle when I'm labeled, like dead soil. There are flower beds that we should tend to with a mother’s gentle hand. At the same time there is a lot to be learned from Jonathan Richman about subtlety; we should be open to the potential necessity of bulldozing some orchids, turning bad soil and making it new and good. We can plow our way through the doubt and the despair. We can shoot our way out, maybe, if we’re careful not to shoot our way back in. Somehow we’ll have to figure out how to do it in the name of love and good gardening.

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