Every garden begins with breaking.
Each spring I used to drag my gardening hoe across the dirt to break the soil. Then I dropped seeds into the darkness of the earth and waited for them to break. Meanwhile the clouds in the sky broke to water them.
That's a terrible lot of breaking, isn't it? And yet this breaking is necessary to yield a good crop.
I haven't had a large garden since I was fourteen years old, and I'm now almost twenty-one. But this gardening analogy means more to me than ever.
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