I think it was a line in a song. My mother used to always say it when she did chores.

“Inch by inch;
Row by row,
I’m going to make
This garden grow.”

I like it because it makes me remember how determined she was about always making life better. She knew nothing happened all at once. It takes effort. And important things happen a little at a time. And things don’t always show while they’re growing. My mother was a wise woman. We didn’t have a yard or a garden, but we have a pretty terrific family. And now I think I know what she meant.

“To understand the anguish of the man, see him as a boy.”

-- Mitch Albom