Unfolding

I am amazed at how the spring has unfolded. Swiftly, miraculously our garden has suddenly filled with flowers and fruit and ants and bees and I've done pretty much nothing at all to help it along. I'd like to be able to say that it looks like crud, that not being able to get to all the pruning and weeding and plucking has turned our backyard into a jungle of briars and deadheads, but it is flourishing just fine without the weekly waterings and bushwacks. Nature unfolds whether you're looking or not, and sometimes does even better without well meaning hands and eyes. A lesson?