The soil is saturated with the rain; plants I have nourished and pampered and weeded, have grown to new heights, new vigor; together with good soil, my efforts to tend the garden God and I have created, prosper and is choking out the weeds. Yes, there are weeds, those plants I have not planted, yet blossom and thrive; God insists they join my design; who am I to argue? I will hold back awhile until absolutely necessary to tweak weed growth; enjoying their lovely pinks, purple, and yellow additions to the color already budding and blooming. Thank you, God, for helping me to see the beauty of your design complementing mine, and the patience to enjoy their loveliness. Amen
Luke 8:15 English Standard Version
As for that in the good soil, they are those who, hearing the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patience.
The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there. ~George Bernard Shaw, The Adventures of the Black Girl in Her Search for God, 1932
Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps;
Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvest reaps.
~A. Bronson Alcott, “The Garden,” Tablets, 1868
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. ~May Sarton
Land, then, is not merely soil; it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants, and animals. ~Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac