The cold of winter can bring on a deathlike state, plunging ice daggers into tender foliage and soft earth. All the busy green of summer vanishes like a dream. Life retracts into roots that become hidden and forgotten in the frozen soil. Nature operates the infinite interworkings of biological mechanisms in myriad forms, from gigantic to miniscule, intricate to simple, delicate to sturdy. And all of it is shot through with awareness.
Awareness requires sense organs.
Because every creature's sensory equipment differs, each experiences a different world. The mole loves to chew the succulent worm. The hawk loves to swoop to pluck a sparrow from the air, just as the earthworm loves to burrow through topsoil. A plant's leaves turn to catch the beloved sun. When we look at a garden, we are looking at the total of many purposes, the passions of many forms of life.