The smell of garden soil
Is in the air.
With patient toil
The musk of earth is freed
From winter’s cell.
~Edited excerpt from a poem
by Alice Prokasky
What is a garden?
Goodness knows!
You’ve got a garden, I suppose:
To one it is a piece of ground
For which some gravel must be found.
To some, those seeds that must be sown,
To some a lawn that must be mown.
To some a ton of “Cheddar rocks;”
To some it means a window-box;
To some, it is a silly jest
About the latest garden pest;
To some, a haven where they find
Forgetfulness and peace of mind…
What is a garden?
Large or small,
‘Tis just a garden,
After all.
~Edited excerpt from a poem
by Reginald Arkell
Yes, indeed, today was warmish enough and a gardening I did go. For time is running out for getting the flower beds ready for spring. So sit down on the ground, get hands in the dirt, and pull those weeds from around the baby seedlings did I. Then I carefully put some of their sheltering, autumn leaf litter back in place. And from what I’ve seen, the good news is I’m going to have a bumper crop of poppies and larkspur. Yay team!!!! And by the way, ‘tis not just a garden, these toils yield glimpses into the “deeply private moments between the Creator and creation.”
*Cheddar rocks: Limestone found in a gorge in the Mendip Hills, near the village of Cheddar, Somerset, England
Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. ~Excerpt from Hebrews 4:13 ✝
How wonderful is that. To work in a garden again. Not the time yet here but anxious to get started. Working in the gardens is my quiet time, time to be at peace and time to commune with our Lord. Each plant I put in, I say a little prayer about how it is for Him and ask His guidance to help me be able to nurture it to grow to His glory and my peace of mind.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Well said, V. I do the same. I wish you could get started on yours too. We just haven’t had any serious winter at all and it looks like we’re not going to. Otherwise, I would have more time to do this.
Oh well, such is life in northcentral Texas instead of the Panhandle. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
LikeLike
Amen!! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is a wonderful feeling to hold the soil, to mix the fertilizers, to see the soft green sapling smiling gleefully… 🙂 Beautiful post, Natalie… ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed it is, Maniparna! I’m glad you enjoyed the post. 😊❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 …
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
I tried a bit earlier in the week to cut some of that which had been killed due to the bitter cold—but the winds have been so bad and it was truly too cold as my fingers become numb almost immediately–so things are looking a little rough outside of cookie land 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m sorry you are still having unpleasant weather. Maybe soon it will change for the better. I hope so! 😊❤️
LikeLike
Beautiful
Sent from my iPad
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
😘❤️
LikeLike
I’m glad you get to dig in the dirt and connect with your creator Natalie. Keep on planting and nurturing those seeds. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks I will. 😊❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I drove through the Cheddar Gorge with Beth last summer after collecting her from three weeks under canvas volunteering at Soul Survivor and Momentum in the UK. It was quite beautiful – but very busy as the area attracts a lot of visitors.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh I’d love to see it some time! 😊❤️
LikeLike
The first sunny day this week and time in the garden to trim and tidy, that was just about perfect.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊❤️
LikeLike
Lovely post Natalie.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 😊❤️
LikeLike