Labor Day

 

 

I never intend to … but I always manage to engage in a major project every single Labor Day. It’s like I think the day is set aside to labor… not to rest!

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Today I decided to redo my flower bed in the back yard. We are adding a bedroom to our home; I dug up several plants in the front yard two days ago; today I dug up all my roses! What was I thinking?

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I don’t know, I’ve found that my creative process in the garden goes in five-year cycles. I get something going I really like, then boom, I’m suddenly tired of the look and ready to dig it all up and start afresh. It felt cleansing the other day and today taking out the old and just letting the exposed dirt sit still, calmly, yet expectantly, waiting.

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My hands ache from so much work these past few days; my body has absorbed the heat of the day and is hanging onto every degree.

I like to work, especially working with my hands. My whole body is involved in gardening; all ten digits of my two hands, working together and separately, perform amazing feats both delicately intricate and roughly bare.

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Sweating is another part of gardening that cleanses me from the inside out. I’m generally opposed to the heat of the day; most times I’m found in an environment controlled by air conditioning or fans or both. But in ratty old work clothes, I grab a towel, a bottle of water, and I’m good to go for hours.

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I love being outside; when it’s cold or rainy or stormy and I can’t be out, I stand staring out the window, watching the birds, and gazing at my garden, looking forward to the next time I can sink my hands into the dirt, pull some weeds, plant a few plants, and sweat.

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Lord, I thank You for the opportunities I’ve had over the years to work a bit of land; I’ve enjoyed learning about Your creativity; seeing how You created nature to recycle, reuse, and replace, has rubbed off on me. I guess that’s why every five years or so I recycle, reuse, and replace plants in and around my garden.

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Enjoying time with You, learning from You, and watching plants grow, blossom, and flourish, has and continues to be complete joy for my heart and peace for my soul. Bless me with many more years of gardening side by side with You.  Amen

 

1 Corinthians 15:58 The Message 
With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground. And don’t hold back. Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort.

 

 

Genesis 3:19 Easy-to-Read Version 
You will work hard for your food,
until your face is covered with sweat.
You will work hard until the day you die,
and then you will become dust again.
I used dust to make you,
and when you die, you will become dust again.

 

 

Joey Martin Feek was born on September 9, 1975 in Alexandria, Indiana. Joey was an American country music singer and songwriter.  Joey + Rory, her husband, sang together from 2008 until 2016. In May 2014, Joey was diagnosed with cervical cancer. She died on March 4, 2016, she was forty years old.

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