THE GARDEN OF MY LIFE (Chapter 38)

EXCERPT FROM MY NEWLY PUBLISHED BOOK
HOLY LOVE: A MEMOIR OF SORROW TO GLORY
 
 

My front yard is now love in shades of green. There are sunny patches where I’ve planted plants that can flower and bear fruit. There are patches of wild edibles like dandelions and chickweed that I selectively allow to flourish because of their nutritional value. I’ve learned the value of weeds, just as I’ve learned the value of a painful journey whose lessons have, by the grace of God, not been wasted on me.

My yard boasts enchantment in organized chaos. It’s so charming that it attracts the children on my street who clamor to help me garden and water plants. From the blueberry bushes that have not yet flourished but are learning to grow, to volunteer thorny wild raspberry briar patches that I’ve granted residence, the yard is like a testament to my journey thus far.

It has too much shade because of a tree I planted ten years ago a decision made prior to my coming of age as an edible gardener. So, I work with what I have and God’s miracle of nature does the rest. I tweak and He breathes life