Sedimentary Witness
A dark vein of volcanic ash appears when turning garden soil, fracturing neat layers of sediment. The cool dust coats hands, a tactile reminder of forces preceding deliberate planting—a history written not in cultivation but upheaval. This isn’t negation of the gardens' current form; rather, it is another compelling demonstration of time’s accumulation, where destruction seeds unexpected possibilities. From this merging of past and present, boundaries blur into gradients of becoming, each particle a quiet echo offering a new foundation for growth.