There’s a moment every season where the garden doesn’t look the way you imagined it would. Not neat. Not orderly. Not finished. Sometimes it looks like too much. Sometimes it looks like not enough. Sometimes it looks like a mess. I stepped outside recently thinking I had everything together — that I had cleaned, prepared, set things in place. But the garden had other ideas. Things had shifted. Grown wild. Spilled over. Returned in ways I didn’t plan. And for a moment, I pause

There’s a quiet kind of magic that happens in a garden. Maybe you’ve felt it too — that hush of early morning when the herbs are still...