The Fruit Ripens In The Garden

Almost every time I see my oncologist I ask if I might put my hand to the hoe and and do some digging in the dirt and the reply to the hoe is always a "no". The good time to plant will soon have passed, so it's time to move before the sun's hot blast. Through various tricks with gloves and rototiller and masks and hoes and rakes and the help of Llew, our grandson, we were able to plant the garden this year. We've eaten some radishes already. Cukes are up as well as the beans. Potatoes are about a foot high. Tomatoes are blooming, Herbs are looking lush, thanks to Denise and Chris, our son and his wife here for my 1 year anniversary. We've had a nice spring with a quite a few cool evenings, excellent for vegetables. Everything is looking good. It's a good metaphor for my transplant bearing fruit. Thanks be to God for ALL his goodness.

Written by Cecil  F Alexander , "All Things Bright and Beautiful"

Refrain All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. Refrain [Most hymnals omit the following verse] The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, He made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate. Refrain The purple headed mountains, The river running by, The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky. Refrain The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. Refrain The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, To gather every day. Refrain He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. Refrain

God’s Creatures, by Eugene de Blaas (1843-1931)

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