Dear Lord, flowers for the garden
and window boxes, were my Mother’s Day gifts.
My husband and I planted them yesterday:
begonias, gaillardia, lobelia, and dianthus.
We’ve contained the old perennials,
some of which would take over the whole plot.
The garden is only waiting for seeds
gathered from last year to be planted.
Of course, the weeds continue to come up.
It’s a pleasure to keep after them
so the flowers can grow.
Thank you, Lord, for all your gifts to us.
Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
Hymn: This Is My Father’s World