Kassi, the repetition of "tending, tending" is where this lands. Not a promise of restoration, just the quiet act of returning to what you've neglected. And the second person carries it perfectly, it becomes everyone's garden, everyone's moment of looking at what they've let go and reaching for the gloves anyway. Absolutely gorgeous, divine and true. My Mum loves her gardening. Happy Mother’s Day Kassi. Have a great and blessed one. ❤️✨🕊️
Kassi, the repetition of "tending, tending" is where this lands. Not a promise of restoration, just the quiet act of returning to what you've neglected. And the second person carries it perfectly, it becomes everyone's garden, everyone's moment of looking at what they've let go and reaching for the gloves anyway. Absolutely gorgeous, divine and true. My Mum loves her gardening. Happy Mother’s Day Kassi. Have a great and blessed one. ❤️✨🕊️
😄thank you Saira! I’ve been gardening and loving it.
My pleasure! Wonderful. It shows, this poem grew from real soil. 😄😁