Saturday, February 19, 2011
Today before the storm came I chopped weeds in the garden
and moved all of the railroad ties that go around the outside of
the garden. My husband plowed everything again and the soil
is getting nicer and nicer. As I sat out there I dreamed of gardens.
Do I want a garden that looks like this.
Or one that looks like this?
Do I want to have a job like this again?
I know that being in the garden makes me really happy,
because I have this to look at in the morning.
I walk around and my heart sings as I see all of the bees
and the colors and the suns reflection inside of flowers.
I tell myself about the work and the... well... the work
and then I remind myself of this.
Then I think oh well what is a little work, I have a nice
strong back, and it is cheaper than a gym membership.
Not to mention, the lovely little voices the come to find
gama in the garden and the voices asking if they can eat this
and I know right away, Of course I will have a garden, because
I just think it is worth it. Because really, when the world was perfect,
God made a garden. Then He made man to tend it. So for me
I think it is the most perfect place to be.
Have a lovely Sunday.