And So My Garden Grows

Hannah, Hannah

Life is bananas

How does your garden grow?

Patiently and humorously, 

With children stepping on each row.


I'm always amazed at the difference a few short weeks in June make. Somehow, despite the weather, the amount of time I have, and the amount of times my beets have been stepped on by little feet, the garden takes off after a mere week of heavy humidity. 

This is one of the many miracles of God. How seeds, sunlight, water and air can grow so large so quickly to produce a plant so full of vegetables is an incredible and fascinating phenomenon. Only God could do this! The gardener is simply the amazed steward and beholder. 

How many life applications can be made by watching this process?



 

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