People, Robots & Gardens

My 2yr old built a garden world for a robot. Earth, rocks and plants. Moving, changing, rearranging, imagineering. Giving time, writing a story. The whole process whispers to me a reminder of a place and time Iʻve never been. One at the foundation of life. The genesis of story. A place of beauty and wonder, a place to sculpt and design and share. A place created by one for another to enjoy. A garden.

Maybe thatʻs why weʻre so drawn to places like Hawaii or Highway 46. Or why weʻre motivated on a Saturday morning to dig dirt and tend grass in our own backyards. Because thereʻs something more to the greens and browns, thereʻs something poetic and ethereal. The idea that weʻve been given something beautiful. That itʻs a gift to care for and to share. And to develop. And to give. So a robot can fight aliens. So a boy can play.