God avails Godself to me in the garden. My senses awaken me. I smell the fragrance of paradise here, life as God intended it to be.
In spring, during the 40 days of Lent, I prepared to receive the gift. I abstained from frivolous things like meat and lattes as a daily reminder that life comes from God alone, but I prepared other ways too.
The soil was amended, tilled, and weeded. The greenhouse scrubbed, fruit trees manured, and chicken coops readied for chicks. Soil blocks were made and seeds planted. It was a soggy, messy business, done in the rain and cold at times. I anxiously awaited Easter morning, warmer days, sunshine, and for our seeds to rear their head.
It is this process, the preparation, in which I am made ready to receive Life. Spring. Resurrection. Salvation. First-fruits.
How can I forget God as I walk between walls laced with fragrant lilacs and buttercups? As I spot the first peonies, preparing to reveal their magnificent face to the world.
The daffodils and iris’ burst forth from the ground like clockwork. The pink sweet peas are spotted, nowhere to be found last week, but here today. The orchard blooms; a harvest of oranges and plums is promised. The first green sprouts of the fava beans and the raspberry canes break through the surface of the hard, barren ground.
Easter morning is here!