Why You Will Most Likely Find Me in My Garden


I like to spend time in my garden. Whether it is digging a new flower bed, tending herbs in a pot, anticipating bulbs filled with spring or the latest project, a raised bed vegetable garden. Time doesn’t seem to matter and before I know it, an hour or two has passed.

What is it about getting my hands dirty that can soothe my soul? I can work at my own pace. Progress is easily measured by the weeds removed or the mulch spread. But the allure is more than what is visible to the eyes. I can experiment and not be afraid of failure. I can change my mind. I always learn something new. I can dream. I thank God for the simple blessings in life. On a pretty day, neighbors will linger to visit and catch up until the next time.

As I walk around my landscape, I know the plants by name and by a story of kindness. There are Pat’s mums, phlox, hosta and walking onions; Kathi’s fountain grass, irises and sedum; and my mother-in-law’s black-eyed Susans. Joy is naturally multiplied when gardens are shared. In my garden, there is always beauty to behold, even in the dead of winter.

Psalm 65:10-11

You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops. You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance.

 Deuteronomy 32:2

Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.