The garden is galloping through the summer. No way can i rein it in--pull all the weeds i want to, transplant flowers, rearrange the design here and there. Nor can i harvest everything that's in the vegetable garden.
Company, day trips, swimming. Ahhh. Summer. It's all so delicious. And the garden comes in third, or sometimes last, place.
The mind is way ahead of the body. The mind wants this, wants that, wants a beautiful garden. The mind plans to do this or that.
The body says Relax. It's summer. Let's go to the lake and meditate beside still water.