I heard someone say recently that God is in the dirt, from which all our prayers grow. Hmmm...God in the dirt? The dirt that I dig in is dry, dusty, and tends to get splattered all over my face and clothes when I dig in it. Sometimes, the pliable soil that I finally settle my veggies in needs some work - some additional nutrients, some water, some sun. In fact, if my prayers come from the dirt - are they as strong as the weeds that find themselves a bit of sun and go straight towards it? Or...are my prayers the ones that feed back to it like compost breaks down into fertile soil when I rip them from the ground and pile them up to be reprocessed?
Okay...too many thoughts and metaphors. Sorry if you're a garden follower, and really couldn't care less about my spiritual rantings. More info about my house and garden to come soon, I hope.
Working full time doesn't lend me to as much time tending the garden as I would like. Yesterday I just crashed on the couch, and today I spent time in good conversation with a neighbor friend. Tomorrow night is church night and volunteering, and Thursday night might bring me to pull a few weeds if I'm lucky. End of the week forcast says rain...and I really hope we get some. The front gardens are blooming, but look very dry. I have yet to open up the sprinkler and get the hose flowing. That will come soon...but until then...praying for lots and lots of rain.
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