the random gardener

i am full of earth, You are heaven’s worth
i am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
the antonym of me, You are divinity
but a certain sign of grace is this
from a broken earth flowers come up
pushing through the dirt

i've been thinking a bunch since last week when i was taking pictures of flowers about how much i love flowers and why. i've also realized that it goes much deeper than that... having spent many evening recently skinning and freezing tomatoes and breaking green beans. maybe it's just a plant thing. cause then i started thinking about how much i enjoy mowing and pruning (although i'm not as keen on raking and cleaning up the mess that makes). couple that with the fact that i always answer that internet survey question "what do you want to be when you grow up?" - "a gardener," and i see that there are so many places i could go with this... (which definitely hasn't led me to sit down and type right away, but to contemplate for a week and find that it's becoming more and more complex... actually, they could all probably be their own little sub-blogs... lol - yeah, that's it - i'll put the titles here - and write those blogs one at a time ;)

the joy of hard work

beauty - the ability to see colors

the idea of growth

sowing/reaping

david crowder