Mithra’s garden is shockingly, almost magically, huge. I cannot believe how it has grown since I was last at Blue Star, just a week or so ago. The draft horses on the farm plow the fields, he pushes a water tank with a pump around the garden to water it, young volunteers help him plant and weed, but the garden is an amazing place, given that Mithra has only been there for a couple of months. I could hardly see the end of it is, it is nourishing and beautiful miracle, an affirmation of life.