The lettuce is up -- and needed water. The potatoes are up, and need saving from voracious beetles. The corn is not yet as high as anything's eye, really, but it's trying.
And I am reminded of one of my very favourite poems:
A SONG OF GROWING
Lord, give me thankfulness
For things to do:
A house to keep, a floor to sweep,
A window I must clean, if sun
May enter through.
Give me acceptance, Lord,
Of bricks that bind.
Of bricks that bind.
Oh, stoop and bless the chores that press,
That I may learn within these walls
A quiet mind.
Yet for my garden I
Am grateful now.
It seems not toil to turn the soil,
To nurse and tend the growing things,
To prune the bough.
I thank Thee in captivity for green
And blossom blowing,
And give Thee back, Who walks my paths unseen
A song of growing.
Anne Page
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