With Eden on my mind, I walk in the garden.
A kitchen garden growing just beyond my back porch is fragrant with herbs and taste tempting vegetables.
But my kitchen garden is inside, too.
Inside or out, it is that which I have been given to tend.
At my sink, in my pantry, with rising bread, pots of soup , and table to share, I tend this garden.
I stand beneath an arbor where bunches of pink roses tumble around in a whispering breeze with wisteria fronds.
I weep with awe and wonder and praise for created and Creator.
Then I open the door and go inside where I am arbored by other creation.
Under and around, surrounded in the shelter and sanctuary of books, music, sweet images and reminders of family and friends who are gifts of the Creator chosen and created for me.
Nurturing, caretaking, keeping, all become the art of tending this garden.
Time began in a garden.
Still, my time is in a garden.