the blossoming trees can hold their beauty inside no longer, and i am planning my garden. my dream garden that is. moving from one rented abode to another dampens my desire to invest time and seeds in a plot of earth. so, three years ago i started tomatoes from seed, the next year i attempted arugula that some insects transformed into lace, and last year spinach and lettuce at my mom’s house and potted tomatoes called out to my greening thumb.
but i’m dreaming of something more, of my very own plot of rich earth, a compost pile, and flourishing heirloom varieties of tomatoes and cucumbers. i imagine picking the lettuce to make the salad, smelling fresh basil insisting on pesto, and seeing berry bushes forcing their abundance into jam and pies. i dream of an apple tree that offers gorgeous blossoms of hope in the spring and abundant harvest when autumn comes. the girls can go and pick a bouquet for the table, gracing the table from the garden. while this garden might be demanding of time and labor, it will give much in return, and my daughter and her siblings will play and dig and eat of its bounty. did i mention there will be flowers, too? cutting flowers of all shapes and sizes, sweet peas, yellow roses, vivid zinnias, tulips and dahlias.
this garden nourishes both body and soul. while bringing me to my knees and muddying my hands in the earth, this garden labor clears my mind to think, my heart to pray, and my busy self to slow and learn new rhythms.
reminiscent of Eden, this garden draws me and others, too, to Jesus, to walk and talk with Him, and to learn His unforced rhythms of grace.
this is my garden, elly’s garden.
“are you tired? worn out? burned out on religion? come to me. get away with me and you’ll recover your life. i’ll show you how to take a real rest. walk with me and work with me- watch how i do it. learn the unforced rhythms of grace. i won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” – matthew 11:28-30 (the message)