I’d rather walk the paths in the garden. I need to sweat with the effort of hauling rich compost filled with wriggling worms who are doing their part to create this abundance. I need to see the pile of weeds grow as I clear the way for spring starts and annuals.
Digging, planting, clipping; all are a part of the joy of being in this sanctuary that I call mine but that I share with finches, robins, gophers, the neighbors cats, and any friend I can lure into the beauty and peace of my garden.
God is always here.