The garden, my garden, my personal little jungle, has been a source of great solace for me this summer. With all the bad news we hear on a daily basis, I am so blessed to be able to go outside, and garden. I have tilled the soil and fertilized, I have planted many Roma and Cherry tomatoes, the most aromatic Greek oregano, I have watered and waited impatiently for everything to start to grow. I have put in bamboo stakes, I have gently/firmly tied the growing vines with hemp string (many levels of tying), I have given them plant food. I have lovingly tended to the garden everyday that I have been home. It is just within the past week that I have picked eaten my very first Roma tomato and the very sweet Cherry's are also being plucked off the vine...already making an appearance in some tomato sauce. I have cut, tied, hung and dried a couple of bouquets of the oregano, which I added to what was left of last years' haul. Right now, it is pouring rain outside, and I am grateful for all that water, as I look from my window at the garden, my garden....'Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.'
Song of Solomon 4:16
Song of Solomon 4:16
