"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Saturday 2 May 2015

In the garden

My garden is overgrown. Herb's have tumbled over like spilled paint into and over each other. Two trees on the edge of the garden are casting too much shade and the only thing growing in that corner is moss. Lots of it. But even there springing up like polka dots of color are flowers. They toss their manes in sea breezes and sway like a mother lulling her baby to sleep. Our footsteps wind around these free spirits, forget-me-knots who bloom with careless ease and smirk at boundaries. Birds found the soft soil where we planted the peas. They danced and traipsed uprooting most of the seedlings. I covered the remaining ones with netting but I need to plant more. We watched a pine siskin gather dried stems scattered randomly in winter winds from last years garden. She filled her beak and flew up high above the tangled garden into the secrecy of the evergreen bough's. I sit in the warm dirt with my daughter who is holding the pink, wriggling worm in her growing hands and share with her the mystery of contentment so easily found here. The sunlight twinkles around us bouncing off the new yellow-green maple leaves from the swaying tree that watches over the garden. I see the weeds gathered in clumps around me laughing. I realize the imperfections of my garden and the wind tugs on my hair and I wonder what could be better than this? My garden reflects the chaoticness in life right now. Yet in the midst of the swirling winds of needs and demands I have perfect peace. "You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast because he trusts in you." Isaiah 26:3
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15 comments:

  1. You paint a beautiful picture with your words. Your daughter is fortunate to have such a loving creative mother.

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    1. Thank you Ann. You are very sweet. This time of the year my work gets demanding and balance is challenging.

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  2. The calm in the midst of the storm of life, Ronda. It is a beautifully executed picture here that you have painted. God bless you and your sweet daughter. xo Diana

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  3. Beautiful. I love reading your posts. I find peace in your words. They truly are poetry.

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    1. Kim that is such a beautiful complement. Thank you.

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  4. What a beautiful place of tranquility for you and your daughter. xo Laura

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    1. Thank you Laura. This is a home of peace. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't notice, marvel and give thanks for it.

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  5. Dearest Ronda, I am late for this posting because I too reveled in the beauty of being in the dirt yesterday.....the early morning was a call to us to get out and clean up the winter debris from atop the budding creeping phlox that can now breath a lot easier; I tickled the earth with my hoe to circulate air, I watered, I enjoyed every moment. But the early morning before the sun even rose, I rejoiced for the MOON was speaking to me. The sheer delight to see the sun's rays casting a brilliance on the moon was enough to energize me with great joy, knowing that HE makes all of this life possible. Oh the joy of being ALIVE! ENJOY! Anita

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    1. Hi Anita I am glad you were able to get your gardening task done and enjoy it. It's a blessing to live in the present.

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  6. Overgrown? It looks beautiful! Maybe it is meant to be overgrown.

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    1. Hi Sandi You are right it is beautiful in the sense of the beauty that comes from that. Someday however I hope to tame it. Thank you for commenting. I enjoy hearing from anyone who takes the time to read what I've spent time writing.

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  7. island mother of calm and sacred space.
    when you write of your forest places... i can smell the greenness of it... and hear the birds... and feel the air.
    it's a retreat. from the man made chaos of life around me.
    give me the glorious chaos of nature made every time! ♥

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoy the blog.

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  8. I agree with Kim. Your words are like poetry, and I find great solace in them. I can see these sweet posts being collected into a book one day. I'd buy it. :) xo ~ Nancy

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