I want to know everything.

The garden requires faith that the seeds I sow will grow.

I live impatiently.

The garden will not grow or thrive unless there is time.

I love to go out on adventures.

The garden calls me home, creates a sanctuary of deep roots not easily abandoned.

My mind whirls in activity, enjoys intellectual challenge.

The garden proves there is decency and honor in simple labor.

I am overcome with emotion.

The garden is a place where I can channel anger into a pickaxe, frustration into weeding.

I plan the details, try to make everything perfect.

The garden thrives or fails on far more circumstance than I can control.

I am cloistered by walls.

The garden brings me beauty.