New begenings

It's a new season, a new day in the garden. I've learned much over the last few years, and now it's time to put it all into practice.
I found myself in the garden last night, much to my delight. The garden symbolizes birth, new life, tenacity, and courage to me. When I am in the garden, suddenly the modern world dissipates. Life becomes simple once more. It's easy to believe life began in a garden, that people were simply meant to love each other, God, and the earth between their fingers and toes. We breathe a sigh of relief in the midst of the "boring" work of weeding, planting, and watering.
Maybe what we need in our world isn't more excitement but more connection. Maybe what we're craving is togetherness, the opportunity to belong to one another, to be acknowledged for our work, and to contribute to the good of those we love. Maybe life was meant to be simple. We are made to love in a garden. Find me there. I will be laughing and working shoulder to shoulder with the beloved of my Father.
Life is to short not to garden.