The fact that the gardens look awesome is down to Carol, who puts endless hours of labout into them. Her ability and determination to weed is truly inspirational...
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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