I weeded my flower bed today, sweet friend, and I thought of you.
I have such great plans for it.
In the warm sunshine of my yard, I will plant
pink sweet peas, and
fresh lavender, and
orangey calendula, and
fragrant rosemary, and
an absolute riot of purple clematis.
And as it all grows together, I will sit two chairs and a table
and we’ll have frozen lemonade and cookies,
and enjoy the colours,
and the mingling scents,
and we’ll watch the butterflies and the bees have their share.
First, I must deal with the weeds.
In my zeal, I could pull at them with my hands
but that would only snap off their long taproots,
and leave bits behind to grow back
Vigilance is required.
For hours, I dug around the bottom
of every single weed and rooted them out.
Bearing down on the trowel over and over gave me a blister
but it was worth the pain,
for I was determined to have a lovely garden.
Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be pulled up by the roots. Matthew 15:13
Absolutely awesome poetry…(pffft…’bad poetry’ my foot) Loved it. And as one of your friends, I fully intend to come and drink some pink lemonade and take in the beauty with you!
There is nothing better than gardening with the Creator … I often think of verses that refer to planting when I am gardening. It is like I am a little child in the garden with my Daddy, trying to mimic his gentle, intentional movements … even in the week eliminating.