There Is Something 'bout a Garden...

There is something ‘bout a garden

Quite unlike its kindred ‘folk’

For a garden is a paradise

In spite of all its work

It listens while we pluck and pull

And prune and stake and weed

Nature unfolds its ‘wonderful’

From nothing but a seed

God’s rain and sun caresses

Each seedling like a prayer

And how its laughter blesses

Each one who pauses there

…not by its grand perfection

But by its impetus

A sweet and strange reflection

Of God’s kind patience with us

We cannot hurry flowers

Nor can we rush the root

That needs its ordained hours

Before we see its fruit

And while we wait we wander

Among its reaching green

To play and pray and ponder

Life’s miracles unseen

And somewhere in the measure

Of tilling, toiling-test

The bud unfolds its pleasure

And puts our doubts to rest

Yes, there’s something ‘bout a garden

Quite unlike all other earth

Where bare feet pitter-patter

On God's footpaths to re-birth

© Janet Martin

I have a feeling after a week away, we are going to return to a sunflower-jungle;) I decided to leave the ‘volunteer plants’ after some of the potatoes didn’t come up…if the soil isn’t working for produce plant Pleasure!

Beneath sun-flower coppice zinnias beam!