Today I heard my Pastor on his daily radio show talking about taking care of the earth and everything on it. Genesis 1:28 says “Then God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over every living thing that moves on the earth." In other words, people are to rule wisely and prudently over all that God has made.
One quick peek out my window can show me that I am not being a very good steward of my little piece of the earth. Our backyard is out of control. It is out of grass, the weeds have taken over. It is out of rose bushes, this gardener has no green thumb. It is out of flowers, the tall grassy stuff has choked out the wild flowers. I hang my head in shame. I have excuses, reasons, stories I could tell, but really, I just don’t schedule my yard time wisely – or even at all most days.
I like to garden, I am just not very adept at it. The garden stores are always thrilled to see me coming in their doors. They can spot a black-thumbed-plant-killer a mile away. (That’s me, by the way.) They know I will be back again and again, to resupply my garden. My plants have been known to commit suicide without hollering for help first. They just fall over dead. CPR won’t help. They are DOA.
My photographs show the nice newly-planted shrubs, plants, and greenery looking lovely and healthy, but the ugly truth comes a few weeks later. I don’t take pictures of the shriveled up brown mess they have become. Maybe if I did, I would realize this may be a hopeless endeavor. Sigh…a hapless, hopeless journey I am on, trying to win a Yard-of-the-Month award. Not really. I know I am not a Master Gardener.
Snails and slugs live here. Squirrels nest under our shed. Geckos scoot over our brick walls. Butterflies (the ones who don’t seem to know better) flit around our yard looking for tasty pollen or whatever it is they feast on. Hummingbirds like our Mimosa tree and our feeder. Except for the pests, I have the wildlife for a nice garden. I just don’t have the garden.
I have resolved to change my routine. I will do my best to spend more time working in the yard, evicting the weeds and strange grasses, reseeding the lawn, planting new flowers and shrubs – and WATERING! I will ignore the screechings of my knee, back and every other arthritic part of my body. I'll promise them an Aleve if they will just pipe down. I will be a better caretaker of the yard God has entrusted to me. I’ll figure out what I have been doing to upset my garden and even sing to my plants if necessary. On second thought, that may be what caused the suicides in the first place.