Raindrops💦& A few Packs of Seeds!

There is something about getting one’s hands in soil after a good down pour. Seeing a saturated garden turning the dry tan dirt into a rich black soil, as it drinks in the rain.

Today, I enjoyed digging into the black nutrient dense earth, unearthing plump worms watching them move deeper into the soil,  I am amazed at how fresh smelling it is. No dusty powder floating around me as I dig.

Something caught the corner of my eye on my strawberry plants. I stop and walk over to see my first strawberry of the season. Its deep rudy red color gave away its hiding place beneath its dark green leaves. Such a small sign spring is around the corner. As I go to pick it, I see it’s not of ordinary size, which was just another amazing sign to give us Hope. Reminding us of Who is in charge and that in spite of the man made chemicals being sprayed from above, Our Lord and Savior can rise above and restore His Creation with one good rain.

I was moved toninspect and investigated the other strawberry plants, finding  a plethora of new white strawberry flowers with a lime green center already plumping up into a strawberry, while others were already larger and turning a light pink to red.

A light wind rose from the west, calling my attention up as beautiful white clouds began floating across the sky. My heart leaped as true clouds are rarely seen in the past 8 yrs. It was truly a blessing and a sight to behold, seeing a deep cerulean blue sky between puffy cotton-like balls of fluff. Such a beautiful sight.

A bit of a stronger colder wind started to blow through my strategically placed church chimes. Oh those deep rich tones from these pipes given to me by my late husband, reminded me of a beautiful moment in my life, when I was so loved and cherished.

A smile moves across my face as amazing memories came to mind when I gardened side by side with my best friend. As the chimes rang a bit louder, I was called to refocus, remembering why I was in the garden in the first place.

I picked up the variety packages of Calendula seeds, press my index finger in the soil and drawn a line in the nutrient rich seed covering, ready and waiting to envelope and infuse the seeds with nutrients to help them burst forth with new life.

Sprinkling the seeds into the shallow trench, I smile, say a quick prayer, and cover the seeds. I call my littlest granddaughter over with her grey elephant watering can in hand. She had been the can using to water all my garden bunny rabbits and colorful ceramic mushrooms. I refill her can with the garden hose, and she carefully waters in the flower seeds. We continue on this path, for what seemed only a moment.

With water soak shoes, sox and ankles of our britches, we head into the house, washed our hands and our feet, and  changed our clothes, only to realize two hours had passed. More importantly, it was two hours passed her nap time. Yikes!

We got her blanket and pillow, and I rocked and read her one book. She was so she’d opted to hop into bed and asked me to tuck in her toes. I sat back, rocking and singing beside her until I could hear the slow rhythm of her breath. What a heavenly sound. The rhythm of a wee one resting peacefully.

All of these special moments began with some raindrops and a few packs of seeds.

God is everywhere. Let us praise Him always!

by Deanna G.DeBondt

April 3, 2025

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