Have you ever thought to yourself, “Life seems to make sense when I’m gardening!”? Of course you have. Denying it is a case in futility. Every time your fingers fondle the soil your endorphins somersault like a flea on the carcass of your pet canine and the smile zipping across the creases of your lips purges any hint of pessimism. “A pig in mud” is one term coined to described the experience.
For the uninitiated, this emotive nuance may seem like a passing nicety – like feeling a soft, cool breeze press upon your cheek on a sweltering afternoon. But that’s for the uninitiated. Those who have been tilling the ground for as long as they can remember realise there’s a deeper call occuring. A call that has been echoing through time immortal.
As a creationist – go figure! – I’ve come to realise that that innate longing to participate with nature has been nurtured from the beginning. The Genesis story which concludes with the creation of humankind mandates that our life task – the pre-eminent destiny – was to … “TEND THE GARDEN”.
Our lifestyle. Our food resource. Our daily chore.
GARDENING.
Thanks Cathy. It sure feels good to be posting again too. I enjoy writing and I hope others enjoy it too. 🙂
So wonderful to be reading your posts again! And yes, we are both very passionate about our gardens.
You are right. I have recently started gardening and I love it more & more. There is so much we can learn from gardening. I like the sound of nature & the feeling of soil on my hands. Can you post about how to plant using recycled items? For instance, yesterday I planted a pansy on my old shoe! I hope it will work 🙂