Gardening is therapeutic. I love to dig in the dirt, plant, prune and eventually reap a bountiful harvest. This year the pumpkin vines grew long and took over much of the planting bed. I watched throughout the season as blossoms turned into green balls and then into colorful pumpkins.
These vines have a thousand different touch points, sometimes barely intersecting, other times intertwining and twisting together.
Life is like a pumpkin vine. Each touch point can be a meaningful interaction, a lesson learned, a life touched. At times we just brush past each other, while other times we branch out, twist or grow together.