How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.
~Benjamin Disraeli, British Prime Minister during the reign of Queen Victoria
Nature is constantly assuring us that all is well in our world. This encouraging message is conveyed through countless signs all around us. Case in point: an evergreen hedge.
My cousin just sent me a snapshot of her son and daughter-in-law’s front yard, where a new hedge of eye-catching English boxwoods is being planted. A deep trench has been dug along the front of the property. The soil has been cultivated with peat moss, gypsum, and other fortifying materials to improve water retention and provide necessary nutrients for the new plants. The boxwoods are being placed into this optimum milieu.
Ahhhhh. I can see it all now – the clean, refreshing sight of that neat row of thriving greenery, softening the appearance of the home and yard, while also lending a formal air to the scene. The evergreen hedge will serve, for years to come, as a natural fence as well as a protective screen from wind and noise.
Don’t you just love the sight of freshly-tilled earth? That dark-brown, rich-looking soil, with its pleasant earthy fragrance. And the heartening view of healthy, green plants carefully set out in it, in hope of good things to come.
The happy image of a garden spot helps me believe that all is well and will be so. In spite of the trials and uncertainties we face, there will always be protecting shrubs and sheltering trees and cheering flowers. Life in all of its splendor goes on and on.
No matter what we are confronting today, we can still till our gardens and, with assurance in our hearts of good and beautiful things ahead, sow seeds of friendly daisies, fragrant lilies, and smiling pansies. We can still dig deep in the lush ground and set in place sturdy cedars, hardy oaks, flowering dogwoods, even evergreen hedges. It’s a sure thing that, with a little rain and a little sunshine and a little love, all will take root, develop, and flourish. Divine Providence never fails.
A glorious world — ever growing; ever new; ever present. Aren’t we blessed to live in it and to witness its comforting signs?