And laughter on the wind.
And conversations that have nothing to do with gardening.
We sow little moments stitched together.
With our time fast running out.
And the dogs watch, and the sun turns us darker still...
And these are just little things. Just the seeds of this life.
But you know, if we take time to plant,
(--such a tiny part to play,)
Jesus brings the harvest.
- - - - - - -Leaning on my rake midway down 170 feet of row, I tell my sister dear with a wink that
"If this is a hobby, it's gotten a little out of hand."
She straightens up, all smiles. Cocks her head a little and tells me in no uncertain terms
"This is no hobby. This is serious business."