I run my fingers through the dirt.
I sift, knead, and sort the earth in my palms.
I inhale the rich smell of the soil.
My soul smiles and unwinds.
I am in my secret haven.
I come here to recharge my depleted batteries.
I mix in organic fertilizer, careful to keep the balance.
If I add too much, I might burn the plant.
If I put minimal nutrients, the plant’s growth becomes compromised.
My lips curl upwards in amused understanding.
Tending to my garden is a reflection of my life.
Balance is key.
Oh! How it is easier said than done.