Gardening is an act of creation. The way we engage with the world reveals layers of reality once hidden beneath the soil, disclosing a new world to be seen. I now notice the brambles protruding from my neighbour’s fence, the clean-cut grass surrounding the local church.
The very act of gardening reminds me of what Heidegger calls worlding: the world is made meaningful through our own unique interactions and engagements with it. The world worlds differently for each of us, for gardening has revealed to me a new way of seeing.
