Planting flowers is a springtime ritual. When the sun is finally here to stay for a while and the daily weather is friendly to growing things, the gardener part of me comes out. I long to see color returning to the land.
Along with everyone else in town, I always rush to the stores and nurseries and lay out my hard earned dollars to bring home colorful flower faces to poke into the ground. The dirt at my house is hard. It is a mixture of clay and big, massive clumps of roots—yep, all connected.
It’s usually painful afternoons that I am hoeing and digging. The hoeing grabs the stuff on top. Not all green stuff is welcome. Then comes the digging. I anticipate getting this new rose into the ground. Won’t it be pretty? It will compliment the other rose bushes by adding this new color.
BOING! Now what did I hit? I already pulled the weeds’ roots around this spot. That must be some big rock down there. Uh oh. Who would guess that the root of a large pine tree would be a tree itself? Ok, move the rose just to the side. After pulling more clumps of weed roots out.
Did I say I like gardening? As I struggle with the aforementioned issues, I mix dirt, spread rose food, move to the other garden area where the slugs are making holes in my irises to give those ugly little buggers a deadly treat. Just like I did last year!
The afternoon sun moved to throw shade (yes!) across my garden and I finished up with stuffing flowers in planters and watered it all.
Now, at the end of the day, I sit on my porch and admire the fresh, clean and pretty landscape. Even the droopy flower faces are standing up and looking happy. Of course it’s worth it.
I think I understand how God felt when He made the world. At the end of His creation, He sat back and looked it over. After enjoying it, He said it was good. It’s still good.
“Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good. So the evening and the morning were the sixth day” Genesis 1:31.
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