The joy of gardens

It doesn't matter if it's the "flowy" kind, as my son of Laughter says, or the eatable kind, it's all brings joy.

Maybe because even though we tend the garden each day, it really has nothing to do with us.

There are so many factors that we do not have the power to manage.

Sun, temperature, bugs, drought; all of which we can not control.

Yet it grows.

Every bit of it pointing to the Maker of the vast heavens and the secretive earth.

A gift!

By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, and by the breath of His mouth all their host.  He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap; He lays up the deeps in storehouses.  let all the ear fear the LORD; let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him.  For He spoke, and it was done; He commanded and it stood fast.

~ Psalm 33:6-9

795.  Dreaming of large gardens with my friend on the hill.

798.  Gardens of all kinds.

799.  Watching all creation grow.