In his Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front, poet Wendell Berry advises the reader:
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.”
I’ve been thinking about that in connection to our focus on gardening this summer, on how putting seeds in the ground is an act of hope – or an act of random chance, because some we do intentionally and some are scattered by the wind, by the birds – and how we inherit the hope that came before us, and we pass it on to those who will come after. My prayer for us as we move through this season is that we know ourselves to be lovingly placed in a garden of delight that was planted for us before we were even known, and that we might, in turn, in gratitude, tend this world so that generations to come might know themselves the same.