Bloom Where You're Planted

Years ago, in my parish church in Calgary, there was a hanging that illustrated this phrase.  It stuck with me...and over 20 years from the first time I read it, I am still learning what it's all about.

Today I planted my wee veggie patch.  As I re-edged it to get rid of extraneous grass and weeds (read: dandelions), and turned over the soil, created rows, sowed basil and spinach and lettuce, transplanted wild poppies to other garden corners...

I realized I was both Gardener's Apprentice and Garden.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth;

One is nearer God's heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on earth.