I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, Falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
– In The Garden by C. Austin Miles (from The Broadman Hymnal)
Gardening is Alone Time.