Hello dear friends,
Oh I'm happy, happy, happy! The sun is out and it's getting warm - yipee! You know it's been almost 10 years since I've had a garden. Now that we are back in Virginia a garden is an option (giggle). Dreams of a garden began when I was small, under the tutelage of my Aunt and Uncle. The problem: I was afraid of bugs! Bugs, garden snakes, bees -- you name it, I was a big scaredy cat. But I was determined to outgrow my fear, and move forward with my dream. I had a lot to learn. I hired a landscape architect to help me realize my vision and asked if they would put in the bones of the garden and I would do the rest. I would learn as I went merrily on my gardening way. Hat, gloves, trowel; I was ready.
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I Dig You!
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When the garden was completed I began to plant annuals, then perennials. Mixing them amongst the shrubs and bushes the garden began to actually look like my vision. My husband put up a beautiful bluebird house and I planted a four-o'clock climber that twined upward. And to my surprise, a family of bluebirds! Did you know that the male bluebird sings to his love as he coaxes her in and out of what he hopes will be their new home? She, however, has the final say (laughing). Sound familiar? I even found myself picking though a pile of meal worms one day, picking out the juiciest worms for the little baby bluebirds. I would gently put them up on the platform for mama to feed to them. OH MY GOODNESS, could it be, I had actually picked up a WORM! My aha moment - a fear conquered. My garden became a sanctuary. A place to heal, to pray and see God's handiwork. The garden encouraged me and gave me hope. I learned lessons of life and death.
One Mother's day our son gave me the book,
From the Ground Up, The Story of a First Garden by Amy Stewart. Seedlings, weeds, cats and compost, worms and watering. Transforming a plot of earth into a lovely sanctuary. But ... like so often in life, a change of course happens and Amy finds she is moving. The book began to resonate with me. You see I too was moving away. How would I be able to do it? I had put my heart and soul into the earth, my fingerprints in the dirt. I had laughed and shed tears in my garden, and prayed for a child to come home.
But gardens don't happen by themselves. They don't come about by accident. And neither had this move that would take me away. I was comfortable in this place, safe and secure in this garden sanctuary. But there was more for me to discover. More fears to conquer, more dreams to turn into a vision. What does one write to the next caretaker of the garden? For that is what we are beloved; caretakers. We are but sojourners in this world, and when we understand that truth we can move forward in life without fear. I had seen a garden bloom, a fear fade away, a vision for the future begin to evolve. I had learned some important lessons. Color, design, and balance were all part of my lovely garden. And years later I would put ink and color to paper again - this time unafraid. The love of art rekindled on a garden path. Isn't God good?
Blessings,