Garden work

One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.

Garden work

Garden work is blessed work, but it’s still work. That’s why garden tasks are called chores.

Last Sunday, in Oklahoma, we had a high of 68°F, so I worked my tail feathers off in the two beds facing the street. It was dirty, dusty and glorious.

One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.
One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.

Why dusty? Oklahoma is in the midst of another serious drought. Pray for rain. Do a rain dance. We need rain. Continue reading “Garden work”