Melody, I enjoyed this. I can see that you as a gardener must be aghast, but I’m actually envious of all the snow you get. However, I will enjoy spring too. Maybe if I would get out of my chair, get my hands a little dirty, and actually plant something, I’d understand your aghastness.
God bless you! Lovely weekend to you…
That’s very good advice. However, my husband worked for years at the county health department in the environmental division, and he taught me about botchalism… Yikes. Plus, I grew up in the city. I know, I should get over all this, perhaps plant flowers instead of food. Last year, we had a bird feeder, and I asked the Lord to let some of the seed the birds flicked around to take root and give me a sunflower. Several of these grew up very nicely, and I watered them as well.
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Thanks, Debbie! The sun was doing its best to do some melting yesterday, despite the downright chilly night temps – it won’t be long now, and I’ll be able to actually get through that arch to my garden! π
Looks promising π
I guess I should think of it in terms of the watering cans I will be saved hauling about when this monster snowbank melts…. ?? π
Good thinking.
Melody, lovely poem and picture combination. I can see you’re as fond of alliteration as I am.
Perhaps more so – my editor has been known to set limits on me! π Thanks, Marty.
love both the picture and the words ….aghast … perfect word!!!
The clock is ticking loudly now, so we’ll soon be trading ‘aghast’ for ‘busy’! π
What an awesome metaphor!!! I love it!!!
Thank you my friend. Is your environment looking nicer these days?
Melody, I enjoyed this. I can see that you as a gardener must be aghast, but I’m actually envious of all the snow you get. However, I will enjoy spring too. Maybe if I would get out of my chair, get my hands a little dirty, and actually plant something, I’d understand your aghastness.
God bless you! Lovely weekend to you…
Thanks Maria! I think if you get some soil under your fingernails, your day will turn out splendidly… π
That’s very good advice. However, my husband worked for years at the county health department in the environmental division, and he taught me about botchalism… Yikes. Plus, I grew up in the city. I know, I should get over all this, perhaps plant flowers instead of food. Last year, we had a bird feeder, and I asked the Lord to let some of the seed the birds flicked around to take root and give me a sunflower. Several of these grew up very nicely, and I watered them as well.
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Ha ha – I hereby dub thee the ‘Accidental Gardener’! π
It’s nice to be named by one’s friends.
How many shovels will it take to get us to spring?
Arrgggh! Whatever the number, it’s TOO MANY! π¦ Ah, well – we’re a pretty tough lot. I’m pretty sure we’ll survive this setback… π
Trust is trying at times.
But real faith buys seeds even when the garden is shut off by snow… an interesting way to live, actually. Lots to think about.
Definitely ! Can you imagine how anxious Christ must feel at times to arrive?
His faith in us blossoming is infinite !
Ooh, I so love that! π
What a gorgeous photo, Mel–you could sell that for big bucks, I reckon.
I’ve actually been approached by a small greeting card company about some of my images – interesting, no?
I love that photo as a portal to spring! π Wonderful job, Melody!!
Thanks, Debbie! The sun was doing its best to do some melting yesterday, despite the downright chilly night temps – it won’t be long now, and I’ll be able to actually get through that arch to my garden! π
Beautiful poem.
Thank you! Now, we wait for spring to come…
A perfect portal.
π Thanks!