He didn’t need my help. I could tell by the way his hands went into the soil that he was a gardener. The folks at A Rocha donated a bunch of starts from their greenhouses and within a few minutes he had them in the soil. Apparently when he got back to the apartment he was excitedly telling is wife and showing her the seed catalogue and what he wanted to plant yet. It was so sweet to see his happiness at this little piece of land in which he could grow things for his family. It was humbling. Such a seemingly small thing. Yet so big.
"The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul." Alfred Austin