As I sat in quiet relaxation, autumn leaves fell from the Liquidamber tree outside my window. My garden seemed to hush and lean into me.

"We are with you" the tree said. I heard the murmur like a whisper among the trees, shrubs, and flowers. My window looks out on the circle of plants that have lived here for many years. This is the garden where I father manty of the plants that call to be part of my flower essence and our bonds are strong.