"Everything gets caught in the light. There’s no escaping. In the traces of the flesh of the and everything swells in the glow of our orbiting star. A garden is a place of focus and rowth. Undulating in the soil of the earth things transform and birth. Things get made by the hands of undefined forms. The roots of wonder wander the expectations of life’s ntuition. The kinds of things that can be made are up to imaginations and esteemed ocus. The world spins forward full of its happenstance and coincidence...."