I sat in the pure autumn sun this afternoon and watched a gardener planting pansies. Her pace was without hurry as she carefully removed the plants from the flat and laid them on the ground. She was likewise meticulous as she troweled holes for the plants, slipped them in place, adjusted them so that they sat just right, and then pressed the earth around them.
Her movements telegraphed that she was clearly enjoying the warmth of the sun, the beauty of the day, the vitality of fall flowers, and the feel of earth sifting through her fingers.
To me, it was a picture of hope. Hope...just a few stepping stones away from happiness.
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