The old couple who I know lives in a small mobile home with a beautiful butterfly garden hugging its border. Only the wife harnesses the soul to care for that garden. Most days, she stands carefully watering the flowers of bold red, blush pink, and dark purple. Then smiles with contentment when a monarch butterfly lands to feed from her blossoms.

The old couple who I know lives with a garden that has a small, decaying wooden bench which rests beside a blooming bush. Only the husband has the ability to fix the bench with his treasured tools. Craftily, he replaces a loose screw then polishes the seat brown with a paint brush and a delicate hand. As he works, a bumblebee greets him in the flowers of the bush. He, too, smiles with contentment and continues working to make...