By Garnett Ann Schultz
I never saw the sky more blue
Than on this June-time day,
I never saw the grass more green
Along my springtime way.
I never saw such gorgeous clouds
All soft and dreamy white,
Nor have I seen a bright dawn
To add to morning's light.
I never saw a field of corn
So wavy in the breeze,
Nor birds as happy as the ones
That sing in yonder trees.
Somehow the world is all in tune
This day so soft and fair...
I never found a richer gold
Than in the sunshine there.
God surely took the nicest part
Of every summer day,
Then added in a golden dawn,
A breeze at quiet play.
How perfectly He planned it all,
How heavenly supreme...
God sent a gorgeous June-time day
So hearts like mine could dream
That's how I feel today as I sit at my desk and write. Actually, so far this week, every day has been like the poem says. It's been hot, but there's also been a nice breeze which makes it nice even outside if I'm sitting under a tree. I don't always have time to do that, but I seem to make time anyway. Nothing is so important as spending a little while outside daily especially in summer. I enjoy watching the flowers, listening and watching our backyard friends and the beauty of the flowers. The butterflies fitting from the zinnias to the butterfly bush, and other flowers add even more pleasure.
The only flowers I miss this year are my hollyhocks. I like them because they remind me how we always had them by the silo when I was growing up on the farm. They seeded back every year. After I planted them, they came back for several years, and then I planted more. The past couple years there have been fewer, and this year only two came up. Then some kind of bug got on them before I noticed, and they only had a couple flowers. Early today, they looked so bad I pulled them out. I'll plant more next year, so hopefully I'll have them again.
While I was outside today, I pulled a few weeds, and as I did I thought, "Why is it that sometimes flowers die, but weeds thrive in gardens?" There were some goldenrods and thistle in my perennial bed and some tall wild berry bush stems had crept through the fence in the backyard. Marlin got ride of them while he was weed whacking. As I thought about it, I remembered those weeds were Adam's and Eve's fault.
After God created a perfect world, and man and woman, God put them in the perfect garden of Eden. They didn't even have to work. God drove them out of the garden when they sinned and ate of the forbidden tree. He told Adam, "Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, you must not eat of it, cursed is the ground because of you, through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you ... that thrive ..." Genesis, 3:17-18.
Oh well, I wouldn't have all the joy of gardening when I used to do a lot of it.