I meet the magic in my garden, every day, every moment. When I am present, really in the moment of everything, I see the wonders of life. This morning, on my usual early morning tour in the garden, I was startled by the beauty of the peonies. How is it even possible that a tiny, tiny bud can turn into this intricate, multipetal beauty, fifty times larger than the original bud? Those moments of meeting the magic of life are the most precious.