With dirt under my finger nails and sweat dripping off my forhead I sit down. A moment's rest, earned and appreciated.
Tiny plants in the ground in front of me. It is planting time.
Oh how I love this time of year. When the flowers are blooming, leaves are returning to the trees and it is time to begin the garden. Even for all the new growth, beauty and goodness springing up around me I realize that this time of year is my favorite...but this year the reason why is so clear. And so different from any other year.
The past few months have been emotionally draining and just plain tough.
And then came the garden. Hmmm...how do I share with you what happens there?
Do you know the old hymn "In the Garden"?
Read the words...