Randomness

I just read this randomly via surfing for The Garden Man    Rows and rows of barrack-like tents filled the square hale mile known as camp. Although it was not a prison camp, it could have been pulled off as one; there was hardly any non-human life on the rock land that the men had learned to call home - more or less.
    Except in one small spot. Somewhere in that sea of grey, a patch of grass, surrounded by garden rocks, was growing. This tiny area was being tended to by  one of the men residing in the tent alongside of the garden. This man had somehow been able to find a package of grass seed, and he had planted it, along with various flower seeds, in hopes that it would grow in the rocky soil.
    And it had grown. The man's devotion to the small garden was paying off in the form of a well kept patch of enjoyment for himself - for everyone. After planting, the man had watered the garden daily, ridded it of weeds, and made sure it was kept inside the boundaries of the g  and liked it. check it out


I