“I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,The Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, And He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own - and the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known”

It was my mother’s favorite hymn, and the crowd favorite of my people at Magnolia Springs, Assisted Living in Carmel. I wax nostalgic, each time I hear the melody. It brings tears to the eyes of my favorite golden year friends and it reminds me of my favorite church joke. Do you know God’s first name? It is Andy! Andy walks with me. Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am his own. Get it?
Maybe it is in my blood, maybe I learned from my father and my grandparents to love the earth, to grow vegetables, and to plant flowers, to weep at the cutting down of trees. It gives me great pleasure to be in the dirt, cultivating life out of the ground.
This year, my husband was kind enough to build me a raised garden. We have the perfect sunny location. Earlier in the season the library was giving away free seeds. From them, I planted peas, beets, lettuce and radishes. I bought tomatoes, peppers, cabbage and some herbs from my favorite Farm Market. It seems like all are flourishing.
Yesterday morning, I went out early, yes, while the dew was still on the roses, and harvested the last of the spring peas. As I picked the peas, I also got to picking through the weeds, thinning the beets, and before I knew it, an hour had gone by, my clothing needed changed, my head was damp from perspiration, and I was late for a meeting. It was worth it. It felt like I just had that sweet hour of prayer.
Even though the days of summer are hot and humid, here in Indiana, there is so much goodness that comes through spending time in the garden with Andy. God gives to us so many gifts that sometimes seem to go unnoticed. Next time you find yourself up early in the morning, take a few minutes to breath in the summer air, listen for the singing birds, take in the smells of summer. Maybe just maybe you will smell the aroma of the roses. He walks with you and He talks with you and he tells you, you are his own.