So nice to be able to say “I’ll be in the garden.” The irises have bloomed and faded, and it’s time to do some deadheading and cutting back. I take out a bag and a pair of pruning shears, and step onto our patio and yard.
The Idaho sunshine is more direct now, and it isn’t long before some beads of sweat appear on my forehead. I can’t believe I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of something to do outdoors, to break out of the exercise doldrums. I’m so used to living in an apartment on a major highway, I have forgotten how much I love a back yard.
“But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.”
Psalm 1: 2-3
I see many things I would have overlooked on any other day. As I clip back spent stems, I have a closer look at the ground covers that wind their way through the flower beds.
I look up and see the plums on our tree, and the blossoms on the Japanese honeysuckle planted by the previous owner.
I fill the bag with plant debris and head back to the patio, where a new bunch of daisies are blooming.
“The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them;
and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.”
I shrug and wipe the sweat from my forehead with my arm, and gather some of the roses to take indoors.
“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”
If it’s a Saturday afternoon, I’ll be in the garden!