Since I was little, one of the memories that truly represents summer to me is picking vegetables and berries from our garden and eating them on the spot! There is just nothing like being out in the heat of the summer sun with dirt between your toes and plants that you helped grow, waiting to feed you and all you have to do is reach out a pick them!
It all starts with envisioning your garden months before, when it is still winter and liable to snow for a couple more months. As summer’s sister, spring, comes and prepares the way for the beauty of summer, you eagerly gather your seeds and plant them. Being ever so careful to keep them indoors (or in a greenhouse) to protect them from the reluctant exit of winter.
All throughout the months of May and June, you carefully water them, as you watch them eagerly burst fourth from the soil! By July, they are firmly rooted in your garden outside and your energy is spent fighting off an army of weeds that seeks to undo all of your hard work. In the cool of the evening, your weapon of choice is a valiant hoe or perhaps a loyal shovel ready in your hand to aid you in the war against those ruthless intruders that you set out to conquer row by row. In the waking hours of morning, you don your faithful hat and head to the garden to give them the water they will need as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky. More often then not, getting showered yourself in the process.
All this is done, so that during the latter part of July and throughout the rest of the summer, you can enjoy the delicious produce you have labored for and dreamed of for months. Just the other evening, mom and I were privileged and excited to finally harvest the first items from our garden this year: our spinach! In the climate we live in, this was a triumph not to be taken lightly in the never-ending pursuit of a vegetable garden. As we took a deep breath of the fresh evening air, after a long tiresome day, we reveled at God’s majesty as a beautiful sunset played across the sky. Unable to fit all of our spinach in our biggest bowl from the kitchen, we took an empty laundry basket laid a towel in it and proceeded to fill it full of those bright green leaves.
One of my favorite additions to scrambled eggs, we have decided to freeze some for the coming year, while we ate the rest during our lovely dinner this evening. All this manifested after hours and days of hard, yet fulfilling work! Making me think of how the farmer must have patience just like we must also, in our faith, have patience as James 5:7 (ESV) reminds us saying “7 Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains.”
Patiently Waiting or Trying Therefore,