My miniature rose bush has tripled in size since last year. Good on ya, snow!
And what's not to love about the whimsical, droopy head of the peony. Here for a short while, but gorgeous while they last!
Ah, the garden. Breathe in, breathe out . . .
"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."
I love the old hymn, "In the Garden," but I take issue with the last line. I suspect many have known the joy of walking and talking with the Lord in the beauty of a quiet garden. Yet, as I think about it, perhaps divine communion is unique for each Christ-follower. A tailor-made connection between God and His child.
What do you think?
