Sunday Morning Gardener (July 6)

As you all know, we are not gardeners.  But I had a lovely experience, this morning, as we watered the property before going to church.  John did the back garden areas; and I took on the front patio and surrounding plantings.  As the sun was just coming through the pine spires of this cathedral forest, and I was wetting down the lovely flower and herbal plantings around the rock gardens and ledges, I remembered the old bit of poetry my mother loved: "The kiss of the sun for pardon/the song of the birds for mirth/we are nearer God's heart in a garden/than anywhere else on earth."