Our First Urban Garden

On the Saturday before Easter we focused on waiting. Waiting for our risen Savior and that glorious morn when the tomb was empty! So while we waited, we pondered about how life might have been for those who endured that day when Jesus was no more. Perhaps many of them wept and mourned. Maybe their lives stopped for a moment. Others probably found their hands tear-stained while they kept up with the tasks of everyday life. Wondering. Pondering. Waiting. And others still, didn’t care and laughed with scorn at this King of Jews who made a daring claim about Himself. And maybe their lives went on as normal. Forgetting. As we tilled the ground and felt the soil beneath our fingernails, we remembered.  And I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to wait.

Waiting often brings about beautiful things. Fruit that would have never been discovered had not the pain and anguish of waiting gone before it. Much like a garden. Working hard and then waiting for the sun and rain to build deep roots that bring forth abundant fruit. And so we worked as we waited…

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We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, strawberries, red leaf lettuce, cilantro, rosemary, basil and Italian flat leaf parsley!

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