Inch by Inch...
Inch by inch,
Row by row,
I’m going to make
This garden grow
“I think this is from a line in a song. My mother used to always
sing it when she did chores. I like it because it makes me
remember how determined she was about always making life
better. She knew nothing happened all at once. It takes effort.
And important things happen a little at a time. And things
don’t always show while they’re growing. My mother was a wise
woman. We didn’t have a yard or a garden, but we have a pretty
terrific family. And now I think I know what she meant. I miss
my mother a lot. I wish she was around to read this."