This year, I never planted dill. A gardener told me that if I let last year’s dill go to seed and totally ignore it, I’d enjoy a fresh garden of dill the next year.
Basically, do nothing. Let things dry up. Let all the seeds fall into the earth. Don’t worry about them. Don’t even think about them.
This morning, I find a dozen dill plants popping out of the ignored soil.
I remember the work of God in hidden, ignored places. I remember how sometimes, it’s good to stop tending something, to let it be, wait, and see what happens in another season.