Gardens are a big part of my life. From early on in my childhood, I realized the importance of owning and working a little plot of earth. As a child, it seemed that the purpose of a garden was to grow food for a family. As I neared adulthood, I realized it was much more. Gardens give us a reason to be outside in nature. The turning of the soil is therapeutic, symbolic of a fresh start, new hope for growth. And I think in all of us, there is a pull back to the land, some desire planted in us by God, reminiscent of that first garden long ago.
And so, once the full moon in May has passed, and the earth feels warm enough to the touch, I find myself out in the yard with several of my children around me, dropping seeds into trenches, patting soil around tomato plants, gently transplanting flowers.
Thank you God, for this bit of beauty I can help prepare, and for the pleasure it gives me and my family.