I read somewhere that people who garden do so because they love being in the garden. The labor is an excuse to spend time in the midst of beauty.
We never completely tame the garden, although we try. Weeds and slugs battle against our efforts. Sun scorches, wind tangles, drought dries, and deluge drowns. Still, we always come back for more.
I like what I become in the garden. I rediscover awe and wonder at the sight of mysterious growth and new blossoms. I feel close to God in the garden.
I think most gardeners are unconsciously searching for a glimpse of Eden. The curious thing is that, for a moment we actually find it.