It has been a beautiful few days. Days spent more outside than in – especially today. Today was a day for digging out a useless garden, stacking bricks, hauling dirt, cleaning the patio, digging holes for a few plants, transplanting others, sharing a meal with daughter and family, and finally sitting in the hot tub with my husband while watching the sun set behind the lake.
It wasn’t much of a learning day, but it was a much needed busy day. Busy days give the mind time to digest all the new things buzzing around in my brain. Kinda like my old garden. I love gardens and this garden at our new house was kinda neat. It was one of the things that attracted us to this place. But living in a place changes things. While the garden was beautiful with herbs, flowers and a few perennials, it wasn’t functional for us and the plants were a little straggly. We hemmed and hawed about what to do, but finally decided it needed to go. At first, we thought it would be a fairly straight forward process, but it has been anything but that. First, we had to decide where to transfer the plants. Then, we found out the big, heavy garden bricks were glued. Hmmm….what do you do with two large garden bricks that are glued together? Smaller, cement bricks and stones were buried in the dirt. What do we do with those? (So far we have over 300 hundred – not counting stones and a few larger garden bricks) A one day project became more like a two week project. Slowly but surely, we are getting it done.
That garden has kinda been like my brain in this lenten journey. I started out thinking that this journey will be pretty straight forward. Follow Jesus on his journey toward Jerusalem. Review his parables. Get that wonderful feeling of being close to the Father. And – call it – mission accomplished. Here was my spiritual brain going on another lenten journey. Over the years. it was built with lots of care. Cemented together with lots of Biblical facts – enough to last a lifetime to my way of thinking. Produced fairly decent plants…but…it just isn’t situated in the right place anymore…and…it doesn’t produce as much as you hoped it would. Worse – more introspection starts to show all the heavy bricks that are buried in the dirt, blocking the fruit from growing as well as it should. sigh. Tricky stuff. Dismantle the whole thing? Transplant it? Enhance it?
It’s all about choice. So I am choosing to dismantle the garden in my spiritual brain. Reorganizing it. Re-situating it, so that it gets more Light and Water. Pulling out the worthless bricks that are impeding the roots of the plants that Our Father has planted there. Adding new facts from the journey and opening up space for the Father to transplant a few new plants that need the rich, fertile soil.
Rabbe Jesus is the Master Gardener. I just need to allow Him to do the work that He started when He began His walk 2000+ years ago. Prepare the soil, add the Water, make sure the garden is in the Light and pray and pray and pray…
“He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” ~ Jn 20:15
BTW: this is the way I learned this hymn. Sitting on the back porch of our home with dad playing guitar and singing with my mom.