Quadrille #127. We're inspired by the words "planting seeds". I thought immediately of my mother, and her annual excitement when her seed catalogs arrived. In her garden was a plaque which read "The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer God's heart in the garden than anywhere else on earth". Submitted to dVerse, May 3, 2021
Each Spring she anxiously awaited
arrival of the annual seed catalogs.
She spent hours perusing the pages
and plotting her garden. She used
the ancient tiller to till the soil, and
she planted expectantly. Her happiest
hours were spent in her garden
communing with God.