The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest. ~St. Thomas More
Each evening, as I pick up my hose and gently spray my potted begonias, impatiens, geraniums, and herbs, I think of my grandfather doing the same in his fertile garden. I remember the scent of wet foliage and the way the plants and flowers seemed to perk up, grateful for a refreshing drink after a hot summer day. On some evenings, my grandfather would hand me the hose and let me join in his routine. I would try to water his hardy vegetables with the same gentle touch. Little did he know he was teaching me to find joy in the simple rituals of everyday life. As I continue my own evening routine of watering my backyard flowers and herbs, I am reminded of those peaceful summer evenings with my grandfather in his small patch of land in the Bronx, a place that brought him joy, peace, and a fruitful garden.

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