Love it Timo. I would add- since I have been marriage-averse most of my good long life- that love doesn’t quite fall into this category. Here’s what I mean. For me, love has been that garden. Sometimes it withers and dies. Sometimes it flourishes and blossoms. If I spend time cleaning up what is old, dead and doesn’t work, it explodes with beauty. It takes careful consideration and abo e all, attention. Regular, thoughtful attention, and often when I don’t bloody well feel like it. However love, just like the plants who count on me for fertilizer, pruning, relocating, sun, water and care, so does my partner. When I take the time to tend and care the love I have (and I do right now), feed it regularly, mind what it prefers, and speak to it with love and affection, the payback is considerable. Being much later in life than many who engage in a deep love affair all over again, I’m lucky to have different perspectives. I’ve seen this analogy before. Didn’t mean much. Now I live it. It means a great deal in practice. Thanks for your kind comments.

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