Our existence passes through the same cycles as the earth. The garden teaches us that.
Fate sees to it that we are never as alone to work through our lives, as we often imagine. Within the deep moist secrets of the soil are all manner of teeming life - eating, digesting, wiggling, stretching, evolving, cell upon cell, reaching through the surface with each nascent poem of verdancy and vitality. We have a responsibility to learn from Nature rather than presuming to manage her, poison her for our prejudices, trick her through science. She is, after all, the dark stained source of knowledge, a mud red goddess who seduces us into her tribe with a great jazz festival of endless discovery.