"I know your garden's full / But is there sweetness at all?"

The above line is from the song by U2, "Wild Honey," which I was listening to on my way home from Henniker. It really rang some bells in my head. For the last couple years, my garden's definitely been full--almost too full at times, it feels like. So busy, and yet not accomplishing what I meant to.

So where's the sweetness? Why haven't I been leaving room for it?