Surprises in the Garden

The following post is the beginning of something that I’ve mulled over for a while now: my desire to find the sacred in the dirt. The Creator in His creation. 

So often when I go and work the soil, Holy Spirit reveals part of Himself to me there. So here’s my humble attempt at putting words to what I’m learning in the garden.

In the backyard, there is one long raised bed that I’ve designated for strawberry plants. It’s only two thirds full, so far. So the back third has room for small weeds and grass that I am constantly pulling out. This past weekend, however, I discovered some new basil and tomato plants appearing that I had never planted. These new mystery plants, aren’t actually all that mysterious. They are there because I let last year’s crop go to seed at the end of the harvest. And because we live in an area that doesn’t have extremely harsh winters, the seeds were protected and able to sprout this spring.

Last year’s tomatoes, for example, dropped some fruit. The fruit rotted, for lack of a more delicate verb. And, the seeds scattered themselves on the dirt.

I started researching the tiny sprouts to learn more about them, and I learned that the plant savvy people of the universe (is that a thing?) call them “volunteers”, and these unexpected treasures have caused me to reflect on what it takes for a seed to sprout in the first place.

What has to happen to a seed for it to grow a whole new plant?

It has to die first.

Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. John 12:23-25

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