Overheard in a Garden
The garden waited silently in the morning sun. But, then again, maybe not….. “Would you please get off of my roots! You’re standing on my roots!” “I beg your pardon, but I most certainly am not standing on your precious roots. If you look closely, you will see the batch of w-e-e-d-s encroaching on your space.” “My deepest apologies, then. It is difficult to look down with all this foliage in the way.” “Boo-hoo-hoo…I look so ugly. I can’t let the plants in the next garden see me like this. What will the roses say?” “You look fine.” “No I do not look fine. And, just because your cheeks get pinched all the time doesn’t mean you can snap at me! I’m covered with dead blooms. They’re brown and ugly and … sticky.” “Lighten up. Everyone knows that’s what happens to rhododendrons. “Aha-ha-ha—ooh-ha-ha-ha…” “Would you mind keeping it down over there!” “Oh—ha-ha—I’m sorry—ooh! It’s just that –hee-hee—the bees are—ha-ha—tickling me again—oh-ha-ha-ha.” “Oh, please….we go through this every year.” “Look, Mommy—someone’s trying to escape from our garden! He’s going over the fence! “No, dear, that’s just the grape vine. He must twine around that tall trellis. He’s our link to the Outside, and he tells us what’s happening Out There. Now go play in your plot.” As a rule, I don’t sit around making up lives for my plants (who, in real life, choke on weeds and beg for water). It is refreshing, though, to spend a few quiet moments enjoying the Lord’s silent creation. “Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 47:10a
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