Oh, my child, can you not see? You must let go of yourself. For if a seed wishes to live, it must sacrifice itself and grow outward, not inward.

A garden is beautiful only when it is filled with people; they determine its beauty

Each of us is like seed, planted by the Good Gardener so we might grow into something majestic.

Perhaps we are not really sinners in the hands of an angry God, after all. Perhaps we are all more like seedlings in the hands of a wise gardener.

This garden is your life. Of course, there are the occasional weeds—but more than anything, this garden is filled with so much life!

The Good Gardener planted each of us here for a reason.

The pumpkin itself is a symbol for mortality. Like mortals, the pumpkin seed is planted in the darkness of the earth, where it is left to search for the light. When the plant finally sprouts, it travels along the ground, as if in search of its place in the world. Then, once the pumpkin has found its place, it blossoms into a fruit that towers above all others. And when the pumpkin is ripe, it's a veritable life-giving force.