I never garden on Sunday.
It is my day of gratitude.
A single day among seven to rest from the labors of the week
and the cares of the world
A day to rejoice in God's many creations without lifting a shovel
A day to renew.
I feel of His presence
and in my quiet contemplation
receive sweet affirmation that He lives and loves his children deeply
of which I witness daily
as I observe the miracles that nature unfolds within my garden walls.
A day of reflection.
I honor Him this day-
this beautiful Sabbath day
on which I render thanks for all that I've have been blessed with
my life... my family
this beautiful garden from whence I learn of life and love and living.
A day of reverence.
I can't even imagine a week without such a day...