The yard just beyond this small office contains the very smallest of gardens. A very short runway of mismatched annuals and a few containers of roses and even two pots with tomato plants. These little specimens do their very level best to blossom and be the simple, lovely bits of life that each one is and each one fulfills its destiny with precious little support from the resident gardener. Still, each stalwart plant manages to occasionally capture my attention and silently reminds me to 'stop!'. Simply stop. That pause to tend to the silent partners in life is in and of itself ... life sustaining. To steal a moment to pull a few weeds and nip back blossoms that have passed is soothing. A reminder ... "Breathe".