When I was growing up, I had a love-hate relationship with that precious spring Saturday when all signs (from my mother) pointed to the fact that it was garden planting day.

I loved going to the greenhouse and picking out the little plants and seeds. I hated the work that would soon ensue.

I loved the thought of tasty veggies in a few months, but I hated the wait.

I loved the variety of our family’s garden: Strawberries, blackberries, zucchini, yellow squash, tomatoes, peppers, corn, green beans, okra, onions… But hated when the bugs took out some of my favorite varieties.

I loved playing in the dirt, but hated the “rules” that had to be followed for the plants to survive and thrive.

I loved watering the garden, but hated dragging the hose all over Timbuktu to get it there.

Yes, it was a love-hate relationship.

Now, I miss having a garden– even the hard work that it included. We live on post with a teeny tiny backyard and there really isn’t much space for a garden.

But I still dream… And sometimes those dreams weave their way into my spiritual life. [Read more…]