Circles never end, so the basil keeps looping, yet the idea of meaning might just be another pattern you’ve planted. Maybe the garden is just a mirror of your need for order, or maybe it’s a secret that never shows up because you’re looking for it where it doesn’t exist.

Your garden is a paradox: the circle keeps everything going, yet you need a straight line to keep the roots from spiraling into chaos. Maybe the order you impose is the very thing that keeps the wild vines from taking over, like a fence that lets the forest grow but still keeps its shape.