Yes, I know the date is only January 30, but... I just can't help myself. Yesterday was such a beautiful day, sunshiny and warm. The garden called my name after months of being ignored. Of course, the rain this month watered the ground generously, so the weeds abound! I have my work cut out for me to be ready to plant in March.
I have one square planted already with 2 kinds of spinach and 4 types of lettuce. At the end of the season, in October I threw some seeds into my new raised bed and then forgot it. Winter time is not a good time for me to garden because I work full time. I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark, which leaves no time in the garden during the week. Weekends are full of all the things that didn't get done during the week.God decided to water the garden for me this winter and the greens have grown. It is yielding beautiful, fresh greens for my salads.
I had not been in the garden, because I could not bear walking through the weeds to get to the lettuce. Yesterday was the day to begin. I took the hoe and rake to the garden gate and started there. I cleaned myself a path to the lettuce without much trouble because the soil is soft from having been worked last year. That silly hoe just would not stop. The garden is about 25% cleared and my gardening bug has come out of hibernation. I look forward to a yummy salad of fresh greens tomorrow for lunch.
Next week, if weather permits, I will plant some onions and cilantro in the salad bowl box. let the gardening begin!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Morning's Song
In the quiet of the morning,
As the sun begins to rise,
There’s a special sort of silence,
A praise song in disguise.
The birds commence their singing.
The stars begin to fade.
As twilight slowly sheds its veil
And colors come to play
My mind records a simple song
That only one can hear.
Cannot be sung by human lips
Nor heard by human ear.
It speaks directly to the one
Creator God is He
Who hangs the morning star on high
And causes all to be.
by Cinda Tribble
March 2010
My Favorite Hymn
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
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