Purpose, patience, pleasure, and presence of mind are just some of my garden's rewards. As a creative on the autism spectrum, letting go and being silent appeals to me. Feeling the gentle air, swaying on and off my skin, balmy or nippy, is refreshing. Smelling plant oils, their earthiness or sweetness, is rejuvenating. Hearing shrubs moving wildly, steadily, ever-changing, is stirring. Listening to birds trilling and insects buzzing is relaxing. Seeing water reflections, petal edges, veiny leaves, hairy buds, even watching ants at work or earthworms wriggle and twitch, making the soil rich, gratifies. Life is teeming beside me, under me, around me, above me, awakening all my senses. I notice more when I'm still, with nature at my knees. Being outdoors in this warm-temperate area of Australia also helps me reflect, gain insights, and find clarity. Many decisions have surfaced while I've been playing in the dirt. Misfortunes have transpired, too. Every gardener knows about Plan B. More understanding and appreciation come from trial and error. Renewing can be fun; it means more dreaming in the garden. Gardening is more than just a hobby. It’s versatile in its benefits.