Do you ever feel like an untended garden? I spent yesterday morning in a beautiful one, and it made me realize how I’ve let mine go. The remains of last year’s ferns, in all their brown glory, are still occupying patio containers. I meant to clean out a big window box Dave built for me and start fresh this year, but before I could get around to it, the cannas in there started popping up, and now I hate to rip them out before they bloom.
Sometimes I see myself in that window box—there’s plenty that needs weeding out, and what’s left could use some sprucing up, but I never seem to have enough time to focus and get it done. We took a step in that direction last night. As we finished supper and did our usual channel surfing, I looked at Dave and said, “Do you think we’d be talking to each other if the TV weren’t on?” So he built a fire in the fire pit outside and we spent some time on the deck with no TV noise.
It’s important, tending to your own garden. Yesterday, I saw dear friends I haven’t seen in forever, and why don’t I? They’re all flowers in my garden. They bring joy and color to my life, and I don’t stop and appreciate them nearly enough. Gardening is all about give and take—you get back what you put in.
A prayer, this Sunday morning, for a spirit of awareness and appreciation for the flowers blooming all around me.