A Garden's Praise

A Garden's Praise

Dear Friends,

This morning the sunflowers seem to be smiling and dancing as the warm, sunny breeze tosses the golden heads to and fro.  The long, slender stems with heart shaped leaves, wave in praise to the Creator. The moon shaped faces, crowned with golden wreaths, turns toward the sun, graceful, bowing in worship.
    Honeybees and butterflies join the dance, humming as the wind sings through the garden. The Goldfinches snack on the seeds willingly offered by the upturned faces.  The seeds, give life and nourishment, some eaten, some blown and dropping. 
    The garden's cycle leaves life giving seed packages that will be buried under golden leaves and mountains of sparkling snow, resting until the warming sun brings melting, rotting and broken. Then the stems break out, bringing more dancers to the garden.

Isaiah 55:12

For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands