O Father God, yesterday
I spent an hour weeding our garden.
The ground was wet and more rain was expected.
The weeds are growing and green
with tiny white and blue flowers
that I delighted to pick as a child.
The daffodils are starting to bloom.
Earthworms are just under the surface.
It’s a relief to get out after the winter.
Thank you, Father, for plants and gardens.
They remind me of your presence.

Song of Solomon 2:12:
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Hymn: For the Fruits of This Creation


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