(Looking at a field of baby plants that I helped place in the ground is actually a pretty incredible feeling. Featured here: super sweet corn)
(It’s a bad picture, BUT THOSE ARE LITTLE RASPBERRIES!)
(And the first red strawberry I’ve seen this season 💛)
The days are still long and hard. Every day this week has found me bent over the bushes like an Entwife, but the hours of solitude are a gift in many ways. People laugh when I say I pass the time talking and singing to the little plants I’m tending...and maybe it is slightly odd. Somehow though, I find the more I speak softly into the silence, the more it becomes a conversation between God and I that has nothing to do with the bushes. I’m content there, grateful even, as every day the desire of my heart is more firmly established to do this and every other work as unto my God and King.
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