Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Beautiful words

Reader Jeff wrote a comment on the Garden Update post which was so poetic I didn't want it buried.

As easily as anyone I can see an outward sign of what most regard as wealth...big fancy houses, expensive exotic cars, first-class world travel... the list is endless...and feel a certain real attraction from time to time. But for sheer jealously, pure longing, a palpable, wistful desire, for me nothing can compete with the images of a bountiful garden.

Even knowing the unimaginable amount of hard work it represents, I am overcome with jealousy. Smiling, good-natured jealously, but all the same. I am currently not in a position, space-wise, climate-wise, time-wise, else-wise to even begin to address my shortcomings in this regard. Were I there, I'd give you a big hug, Don a solemn handshake, and without words, wander endlessly, in awe, around the tires, til someone came with a flashlight and fetched me out of the darkness.


Reminds me of the lovely poem by Dorothy Frances Gurney, the most famous verse of which is:

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,--
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.


  1. Well said, Jeff. Thanks for highlighting this comment.

  2. love this. I can stand an look at my garden, and often do, just in wonder of all it is producing and Gods gift of food that is good and good for us

  3. Amen all around.

    A lovingly tended garden reflects a well-lived life.

    We just had a first time visit from some self-described "city people," who walked around our place in wide-eyed wonder and had their first experience with a lamb. Watching her get her bottle was a real treat for them, and getting to pet and walk with her brought smiles and special moments.

    We country folk are sooooo blessed, aren't we?

    A. McSp

  4. I hope that Jeff is somehow in the writing field. He paints a perfect picture with his words. Just awesome.

  5. Gardeners live like kings and queens - and eat like them!

  6. Have you noticed that the first known gardener in the bible is God? "Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed." Genesis 2:8

    1. Perhaps that is why I feel so connected when I have my hands in the dirt, planting, weeding, pruning, harvesting...

      Thanks for reminding us!

  7. The third time around, I still love that comment.

    Just Me

  8. Jeff has expressed my feelings perfectly.... upon seeing a bountiful garden.

  9. Aw, shucks. Thanks for the kind remarks everyone. And as always, thanks to Patrice. Until the planned orchard takes root, she'll serve well as the "peach" in this garden. ;)

    And yes, I have been known to string together a word or two, from time to time. (Don't you wish when someone read something you wrote, they heard it in Morgan Freeman's voice in their head?)

    God bless.

  10. My wife and I just returned from the Alaska State Fair, where we vounteer our time working in the Crops and Flowers section of "The Barn". At the end of a long day (building displays, in-processing entries, etc...) I looked around at the wonderful crop samples that men, women and children brought in. Produce of many varieties surrounded me on all sides and I felt grateful and content that there were so many skilled growers in the area.

    I dunno, I guess it was almost "spiritual" to be surrounded by God's bounty.

    P.S. If anyone's interested, the big cabbage this year was 111.7 pounds. Pumpkin was 1287 lbs! That's a LOT of pies.

    Steve Davis
    Anchorage, Alaska