It used to make me so mad, all this digging, planting, tilling – when I could’ve been watching a game, or resting….God, I worked so many hours at the plant. But, now, in this Hell, I understand. You were creating a visual space, an energy, a place to experience God in the beauty of the little flowers we kept moving from place to place. I’m sorry you lost all the statues, bulbs, roses from our time together. I pray for the chance to dig more….