I am the gardener who tends to the ripening of nature’s bounty. I plant the seeds: information for sprouting. Growth is rapid for some and slower for others. Yet, each has potential to meet success as their appendages stretch, reaching, yearning for new experiences.
Differences in color, size and shape; uniqueness cultured by phases. Development is critical throughout the young lifespan. One must protect the predominant sprouts. At times, there are complications with its fruit. A bough or boughs may deteriorate from lack of fertilization, insufficient nutrients, or improper care. Progress may be hindered. Absorption of knowledge may cease.
I am the gardener who stimulates curiosity, inspires fortitude and nurtures laden seedlings. Crucial time, one hundred eighty days, has been dedicated to development, success, compassion, and most importantly, love for the thriving selection. I reap the fruit of my foliage for advancement. From here, my task has ended. Until September, shall this process renew itself once again…