You can’t hold the scent of a garden in your hands, but you can carry it with you wherever you go.
It’s almost like a riddle. What can you carry without holding it in your hands?
Your garden, of course. How it smells. How it looks. The pleasure it gives us. We carry it in our thoughts. We carry it in our hearts.
We carry it in our conversations with others. Someone will ask an innocent question like “how are you”. And we’ll respond we are fine and you should see my zinnias right now they are so tall.
We all carry so much with us each day. Unseen baggage of troubles and joy, thoughts and worries. Unspoken aches and pains. Happy memories and sad remembrances.
And some of us carry a lot of garden with us as well. Knowledge of plants. Memories of floral and earthy scents. Plans for planting, hopes for harvesting.
We carry our gardens with us wherever we go, and happily so. We are gardeners.