Many times on Sunday afternoon after church and our family lunch, Jay will retire to a nap, Cole to the couch for relaxing with some TV and I head for the yard. Some might call what I do, “yard work”, but for someone like me who works in a professional setting, climate controlled office 40+ hours a week, it’s much, much more than that; even though I end up hot, sweaty and very dirty.
I like plants and flowers and have garden areas in the front and back of our home. It’s still absolutely amazing to me to plant a seed or small flower and watch it grow. Isn’t that amazing? Most of the time while pulling weeds or trimming I think about the sermon from that morning, our Creator and this earth He gave us that we so readily consume without a second thought. Sometimes I think about all my questions for God, like “are weeds that bloom really weeds or just misplaced flowers?” Today, I planted mums (.88 cents at Home Depot) and my trees from the Arbor Foundation (www.arborday.org). Today I thought about the legacy of gardening I’ve inherited. Family legend has it that my MaMaw Bray could poke a hole in the ground with her finger, put a stick in it and grow a tree. My mother is a gardener and gave me something close to a stick with roots last spring assuring me if I put it in the ground I will have a Butterfly bush. I did what I was told and sure enough there grew a Butterfly bush that was very busy this afternoon.
Being outside trimming and cleaning up the garden reminds me of how we should constantly be aware of how God nips and prunes us to become the beautiful person He sees when He looks at us. At the end of my time outside I usually turn on the hose and give all the flowers a drink, hose down the sidewalk and my feet. What a wonderful site and fresh smell; completely natural.
Ok, so to top it off, I like to mow also. In fact, I’m a little sad that my son is getting old enough and motivated (by the pay) to want to mow. It’s like getting a haircut. You start out a little unkempt and in an hour you have a clean, well-manicured look and feel. The same holds true for your lawn. Within a short time (and even when you don’t edge) you have a tidy looking yard. To make mowing really appealing in today’s vernacular; it’s pretty much instant gratification. There, I said it.
Coming in from the garden I am sticky, dirty, and if I’ve worn a cap it’s pretty much sweat-plastered to my head until I’m safely in the bathroom where no one can see the mess of my hair. I always feel my cleanest after a post-gardening shower. From a dirty mess to clean and fresh, huh, pretty much the point the pastor was trying to make.
Think about it,
I can relate. I love working in the garden – it’s a place for contemplation and peace, a time to be alone, marveling with the plants.