Somewhere between sun and soil we search for a place of full contentment….a place to find quiet moments in an otherwise hectic world. Â For some, there is no more satisfying time than that spent in the garden, trowel in hand, planting and turning the soil. Â With the feel of sun overhead, the scent of moist earth and the feel of roots and vines between our fingers, we pick and choose. Â Over time we are able to see the patterns or our efforts emerge in radiant patterns of color and form. Â The rewards of our efforts are rich reminders of our connection to the earth….and to one another.