The energy from the rich dark soil leapt into my stiff fingers as I dug them deep into the brown earth. I paused, giving reverence to Mother Nature, well deserved. I had been feeling depressed and low, though the reasons were hidden deep inside my conscious. I dared not dwell on them for fear of the depression was too strong to bear. Yet. The sun beat down on my bent back warming me from the outside inwards. But not quite enough. My fingers moved deeper and scooped soil out from the hole I was digging. I needed the cavity to be big enough for both the plant and compost I was placing there. I paused again, overwhelmed by the effort of receiving so much love and healing from what I was doing. The wind gently toyed with the leaves and stems of the brilliant red bougainvillea that sat waiting patiently for me to plant it in the home I had chosen for it. It nudged me softly with a delicate green leaf, encouraging me to continue with making its place snug and cosy. I smiled and felt peace settle over me like a feather comforter. The pile of soil grew larger as I dug down and out. Lifting the plant, still covered in its black plastic outer, I placed it down into the hole to measure the depth of the hollow. Yes, the size was perfect. I removed the plant and stretched over to grab a handful of the