I open the door and the smell of earth permeates my nostrils.  Tiny green shoots emerge each day as the seeds planted begin their journey to a full-grown plant.  My greenhouse abounds with a variety of fruits, vegetables, and flowers.  To me these plants provide hope – of blessed things to come. I love sorting through my seeds with visions of the produce they will provide.  I picture the large pumpkins and cucumbers with their trailing vines in abundance.  I see rows of berries burst forth with their red and black treasures.  I envision digging in the earth to retrieve luscious carrots and potatoes. None of these plants happen, though,…