First things first: Many congratulations to Kelly, who passed her thesis defense today. Hooray!
Now, to other things. I finished preparing the beds on the east side of the front garden yesterday, and planted more flowers. So this is now what greets us when we walk up to our door:
There is a lot more work to be done in the front garden, but this helps make it look so much better.
We also put up a bird feeder in the back garden, where we can see it from the kitchen window. I hope the birds won’t think that it is too close to the house. Rebecca pointed me to the RSPB‘s application for a free ‘Birds in your garden’ booklet, so I have ordered mine. Here’s the link so you can order one, too!
While my mom and I were lashing the poles together, a kitty came to join us. She was very friendly and very curious. As soon as we started petting her she wouldn’t stop purring, and she and I played in the garden when we were finished with the bird feeder. She is also just simply beautiful. Hopefully my new friend will come back to visit.
My body is sore from gardening most of yesterday afternoon, but it is a good kind of sore. Muscle-tiredness is different from joint-tiredness. I’m joint-tired, too, but I’m used to that. Feeling my muscles stretch doesn’t so much hurt as to feel part of being alive.
I think gardening is a good activity to pick up during Lent. My favourite part of weeding yesterday was pulling up the plants with long runner roots. I liked just seeing how far and the unexpected places the roots would go. I’ve been studying 1 John for Lent, and thinking about God’s love also makes me think of 1 Corinthians 13. While I was thinking about how sin roots itself in our lives like those runner roots, I also thought about what it takes to pull up those long, winding roots from our hearts. When a root is pulled from the soil, it dislodges the dirt around it; likewise, our attitudes will have to be altered for the root to be pulled free. For me, relating this back to 1 Corinthians 13 means aligning my heart with verses 4-7. ‘Love keeps no record of wrongs’ particularly has been pricking my heart. Each Sunday I am reminded of this in the recitation of the Lord’s Prayer, ‘Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them who trespass against us’. It’s frustrating that it’s taken so long for me to learn (or relearn) this lesson. Thankfully I have plenty more weeds to pull for it to get through this thick skull of mine.