No matter how many times I see it, I’m still amazed when I place a tiny seed in the ground, cover it with dirt and water it, only to find after a couple of weeks a little green and white shoot peaking out of the earth. I get a thrill every time.

I took it for granted when I was younger and my parents had a huge garden. Maybe it was because I had to weed it or spread grass clippings throughout and between the rows of carrots, radishes and green beans. But now I thoroughly enjoy watching tomato plants and bell peppers appear on the vines as though it were magic.

A specific and honorable intention, proper steps (planting the seed, watering, etc), some hard work and a whole lot of faith. Sounds reasonable to me.

Could life really be that simple?