Often the garden is a metaphor for life. The garden never judges. The garden perseveres when you neglect it, buds in coldest winter, never interrupts, does not care when you say dumb things after a few glasses of wine.
The garden is waiting for your care. And when February sun shines through after rainy days, it starts to bloom. This is the time of quickening, bulbs coming up where you least expect them. The garden is good to you and is a place of peace and ease and where your work can bloom before your eyes and accomplishments after even an hour are visible and real. The garden is a comfortable home. The garden is your Valentine.