Entry No. 003

Nature Never Rushes

This morning, the rain arrived before I did.

It had already settled into the soil, already found its way to the roots. The trees stood quietly, asking for nothing more than what the day offered.

No flower strained to bloom ahead of its season.
No branch reached farther than it was ready.

The garden has never mistaken speed for growth.

It understands something we often forget.

The quickest bloom is not always the longest lasting.

Nature has never hurried a single season, yet spring has never failed to arrive.

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—The Gardener