“Perspective…that’s the important thing”, I told myself. Is the glass half empty or half full? Is it the end of something or the beginning of something else? Perspective!
Pardon me, but Mondays bite the big green wiener. 
Can I make it any clearer? Did I say that I hate Mondays? Is it because it’s the beginning of another week or the end of a good weekend? Either way, it sucks. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my work. I just don’t enjoy leaving my farm and particularly, my little hill country garden. I call it Grandma’s Garden.
Both my grandmothers were avid gardeners. Nanny was a multi-faceted horticulturalist. It didn’t matter…lawn or ga
rden. She made it grow. Granny Marble, on the other hand was a purist. Vegetable gardening was her thing. I guess I have combined both of their passions into Grandma’s Garden…hanging baskets for flowers and raised beds for vegetables. I
love it so much that my wife has to ring a bell to let me know it’s time to come inside. Can you tell that I love my garden? Oh…did I mention Mondays suck???
I got to thinking why I like my garden so much and why I don’t like to leave it. I guess it’s because
life is orderly and controlled…for the most part. Nobody to tell me I can’t plant that
here…no clocks either. Time is mine and mine alone. Plants don’t talk back either and show their appreciation. Take care of them and they care of you. Their fruit nourishes your body and their beauty feeds your soul. Oh yeah….Mondays still aren’t my favorite day of the week.
I think that another reason I love to be in my garden is because no matter what time of the year it is, I can be planting something. I plant and harvest in small sections so each week something’s ready to pick and right behind that another seed or transplant is going into it’s vacated space. It’s that whole circle of life thing…ya know? Hey, does anybody know what day it is??
I guess the thing that I like most about Grandma’s Garden is the fact that God visits me there. Just to the west of my garden is
a hill that rises 400 feet. I imagine that God is there and He watches ove
r my garden and me. He reminds me of His plan for all things when I am at work in my garden. He did
that just today in a way only he could. In the northwest corner of my garden is a scarecrow. He’s supposed to play a role in my garden scaring away varmints. Well…today I looked up to see a house wren fly into the pocket of Mr. Scarecrow’s overalls. Seems Mr. Scarecrow is serving to provide more than just protection for my plants. God has given him another role as protector for the wren and his family. God provided for the wren just as He has provided a peaceful place for me.
I needed a sanctuary like Grandma’s Garden… I needed a place that was stable…where I could feel that my efforts are appreciated. He gave me Grandma’s Garden.
You know what??? I think I am beginning to like Mondays.