In the summertime and early fall, I spend a fair amount of time inside our screened-in front porch in the mornings with a cup of coffee and the daily readings. The air temperature has cooled overnight and I usually catch a light breeze. It’s not exactly quiet, but a good deal of the sounds at least in the early morning hours are birds or squirrels. Eventually more and more cars drive by and it’s not quite as peaceful, but porch time is still the most reflective part of the day for me.
On our street this summer, one family has moved away and now another house has a dumpster nearby and I’m wondering if they, too, will be leaving or perhaps they are cleaning or remodeling. The neighbors’ house on the other side of the dumpster has had some landscaping done and there’s a vivid pink flowering plant in full bloom this morning, with that dumpster just a few feet away on the driveway behind it. Maybe the coffee just hasn’t kicked in yet, but that image of beauty and growth (pink plant) in contrast with that green dumpster (used to get rid of garbage) resonates with me this morning.
I am thankful for my husband who has spent far more time than me this summer in the garden and attending to the weeds. The back patch of garden once again has color and life and new growth, as if it were just waiting to be uncovered and set free from all that was holding it back from really growing.
What am I willing to cast off in the dumpsters or weed piles of my life today? Are there grudges or fears or insecurities weighing me down? What kind of new growth do I hope for, dream of, desire? These, my friends, are the questions that I ponder while my little city street awakens to yet another day. I share these thoughts with you and rest assured that THE Master Gardener of All hears my prayers.