Working in the garden is essential therapy for me, for so many of us. It's the lesson, again and again, that you can start with nothing. You can start with nothing and with enough applied effort, the results are never anything short of miraculous. For so long, nothing happens--all that work, all that effort, gone underground. So much time passes with seemingly so little progress.
Unless you know where to look and what to look for. Eventually, the collaboration between seed, sun, weather, and your own effort, yields results that, to me, are an endlessly delightful surprise.
I never felt especially smart or talented or magical, but every year around harvest time, I reassess that very dour view of myself and think, yes, maybe there *is* a little magic here.