It is that time of year. The time when I get back to nature by cutting my nails shorts, put on my work clothes, dig my fingers into the fragrant, warm soil and plant my garden.
The garden is home to me. Coaxing those little buds to grow, daily hoeing the weeds, shooing the dog away from my onions, teaching my girls the names of plants. I plant the peas along the fence line so the neighbors can walk by and sample God's goodness.
My favorite vegetables and fruits to plant would have to be: zucchini, cucumber, pumpkin, potatoes, peas, radishes, lettuce, and cabbage.
Don't even get me started on how many types of flowers. I could make a list of them but I'm not sure that would be entertaining to you.
I'm sure the place Jesus is preparing for me in heaven has such a wonderful garden, colors and plants the likes of which I have never seen, and a hammock.
The winter is over and it is time to shine.
A photo of a little mystery sprout I found in a flower bed. We'll see what it is soon. (It was a Lupine)
