My garden is ever evolving. But I believe that’s the nature of gardens. Honestly, my idea of gardening evolves too.
I love to begin a day here and end a day here. It enlivens me to start my day and calms me to be ready for rest.
It’s my small piece of heaven.
We don’t have these days in Nashville very often.
But when we do, I’m smitten.
This one came fast. Every flake counted.
The world stood still.
Even if for a moment.
The chaos was quietened.
Even if for a moment.
There was the hope that all could be well with the world.
Even if for a moment.
A pure, white blanket lay softly, encouraging me to be still. To breathe. To hope.
I need those moments, as fleeting as they may be.
This moment will melt.
Noise will creep back in.
Chaos will resume.
But hope will remain.
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“The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn’t it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath-poof! I’m so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren’t you?”-Lucy Maud Montgomery, “Anne of Green Gables”