I love to grow things, especially flowers. I grow them because they fill my eyes with color, my nose with perfume, and pollinators with food.
Bees and butterflies, moths and butterfly moths… Hummingbirds and Goldfinches… chipmunks and squirrels…. we all feast.
I prune in the cool of the morning while everyone is drowsy… a snip here, a snip there. A few dead heads are left for the birds to nimbly pick the seeds, others are pruned back to encourage new flowers… some are cut and arranged in jars to bring beauty into our home.
but most are left where they are to do what they were meant to do.
Soon they will all die. I compost the stalks and stems into dirt for the new ones to grow in. Some seed with self propagate next year after sleeping for a while.
and all of them in my little plot of heaven whisper the base song of Glory to God Almighty… I am the Alpha and the Omega….
Wesley penned “oh for a thousand tongues to sing my sweet redeemers praise…..” God does have them…. and they belong to the gnat and the whale and they all sing the same tune.