When I am disheartened by the cares of the world, I only have to look up at the Cardinal singing its heart out in the branches of a Dawn Redwood to remember that I, too, have a myriad of reasons to rejoice. In my garden, I am reminded that the Almighty Hand that clothes the flowers and feeds the birds also cares for me. My garden becomes a cathedral where my heart cries out for wisdom and shouts out songs of gratitude and praise. Here, I find great joy, even in hard times.

Gratefully shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& garden joy-seeker)