Today I added a Pablo Neruda poem, If You Forget Me, which I found myself listening to over and over again Spanish--a language I can only capture in occasional words and tenderness or passion of tone. I also added The Rime of the Ancient Mariner because it brings me back to my childhood where we had a big picture book that went along with the poem--and because I remember Mr. Faisson reading this aloud to our class in 7th grade.
I have not done much today. But I did enough to add some little something to something. The garden, I know, is much larger than this, but we all must start somewhere.