Soul Gardening

So not every aspect of my love for gardening happens out in the dirt (though most of it does). A lot of gardening, weeding, planting, caring for, singing to happens on a more ... metaphysical plane.

I just had to share this. Last night, Tim swept me into his arms and said, "I'd love you even if your head fell off and you were somehow still alive. I'd love your poor little decapitated body."

And strangely enough, my little heart just swelled. I love my Timmy.