Tonight I stayed outside a few moments to water my elephant plants, my withering ornamental grasses and my struggling flower bed. A recent storm wrecked havoc on my little plot and relocated some of my precious soil to my old concrete sidewalk. I noticed among the wreckage a lone bulb that had somehow uprooted and found itself displaced among the mess. One of my favorite musicals is The Secret Garden by Marsha Norman (based on the famous novel The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett). I often feel a bit like Mary Lennox when I'm close to the soil. It's easy to feel a swell of pride and ownership for my little plot, however small, and I feel so satisfied making it beautiful. I love the smell of the earth, the promise of new life, the hope of the future. One of my favorite characters is Dicken who exudes faith and positivity and helps Mary uncover the magic of the garden. I only meant to water, but soon found myself spraying away the remains of the storm, straightening t...