These recent days have held a promise of Spring. While it seems that winter's hold is broken, there is always the possibility that the creation is only teasing with this foretaste of warmer temperatures and greener landscape. Around here the life giving dirt has been turned, seed cast into the ground, and hopes for a harvest are beginning to take root. With the planting of each new garden, there are memories of gardens past.
Way back in the early '70's, our first garden was out behind the parsonage on the edge of an unused field which actually belonged to a neighbor. After three years of planting the Stapleton garden, the Bishop said it was time to move which meant moving before the garden would be ready to produce. So, do you plant a garden for the next preacher to harvest? The decision was to plant and leave it for someone else. When the new preacher was told a ready garden was waiting, he replied that he and his family did not really like to eat the stuff of a garden. It was the first and last garden planted for the next preacher!
Gardens are filled with seed, sweat, and hope. They are not for everyone. For some it is easier to buy from the store. Others plant religiously. Some plant blessing the seed and the ground as they walk down open rows. I have been blessed by the many gardens which are a part of my past. They have blessed me with food, but they have also blessed me with a growing awareness that working in the dirt is nothing more than a partnership with the Creator. In these later years, it seems that the more I looked at the dirt, the sky, the trees, and the growing things all around me, the more aware I am of the God who is with me and the many varied blessings He has put all around me.
Way back in the early '70's, our first garden was out behind the parsonage on the edge of an unused field which actually belonged to a neighbor. After three years of planting the Stapleton garden, the Bishop said it was time to move which meant moving before the garden would be ready to produce. So, do you plant a garden for the next preacher to harvest? The decision was to plant and leave it for someone else. When the new preacher was told a ready garden was waiting, he replied that he and his family did not really like to eat the stuff of a garden. It was the first and last garden planted for the next preacher!
Gardens are filled with seed, sweat, and hope. They are not for everyone. For some it is easier to buy from the store. Others plant religiously. Some plant blessing the seed and the ground as they walk down open rows. I have been blessed by the many gardens which are a part of my past. They have blessed me with food, but they have also blessed me with a growing awareness that working in the dirt is nothing more than a partnership with the Creator. In these later years, it seems that the more I looked at the dirt, the sky, the trees, and the growing things all around me, the more aware I am of the God who is with me and the many varied blessings He has put all around me.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment