My garden astonishes me most during springtime. Vegetables seemingly appear overnight. Flowers dance in the breeze, and the bean vines scamper up their trellis so quickly you can almost watch them grow. Perfectly ripe strawberries are my breakfast, and the bees hum along with me. The scent of jasmine feels like a blessing. I realize that I really do not have much to do with creating my garden, other than to love it. Miracles do exist.