The Garden
Barefoot, standing in the freshly tilled soil; the warmth of the soil on your feet. You dig your toes in and look to the sky. The sky is a glorious shade of blue. You stand there; reach in your pocket, the pocket closest to your heart. Now in your hand are a collection of the most beautiful seeds. You open your hand to admire the seeds. You wonder¸ am I ready to plant these seeds. Is the weather right? Is the soil right? Will there be another freeze? The soil is so warm; you hope these precious seeds will not be wasted in the wrong weather conditions. You look to the sky again, it is so beautiful; you smile and carefully scoop the soil away from each spot where you intend to place your precious seeds. You carefully remove one seed at a time and place it into the little soil nest that you have created. Again, you look to the sky, it is so blue and you feel the warmth of the sun on your shoulders as you carefully plant all your precious seeds.
Filled with such a sense of accomplishment you step away and realize that your little possibilities need to be watered. You quickly go to your watering can and fill it with water, step gingerly around your precious seeds and slowly lift the heavy watering can and lightly water each precious seed. The soil surrounding your seeds is now the most wonderful shade; a nourished chocolate. There is such warmth in you now. Your seeds have all they need to flourish. You step back to admire your days work. Ah the wonder. You are now delirious with joy, and a sense of sleepiness comes over you. You are now lying down covered in velvet, the light dims.
You waken from your peaceful slumber, the seeds! It is a new day, you stumble to the garden. Carefully you move from nest to nest. You stop when you see the most precious little green sign of life. The first born, if all others perish your efforts will be worthwhile. This small green life is so bright and strong, you are filled with joy. You still have concern; should I water again? What will today’s weather conditions bring? You trust God; who realizes all your efforts and knows the outcome. This comforts you. You fill your day with the necessities of life. Again you are covered in the velvet, have thoughts of your little possibilities.
How many days have passed? You run to your garden.
An Evening at the California Living Museum
12 years ago
1 comment:
very beautifully written! you gracefully made it about much more than the garden without even trying. :)
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