Gardening

Several of my friends have traditional gardens in their backyard, but I've always struggled with that.  We don't really have a place for a garden, with the pool, the playset, the deck, and the trampoline.  I also don't have a rototiller to dig up the dirt to get it ready.  Although I've wanted to garden for a long time, these details have impeded me.
This year I decided to poo-poo traditional.  I'm successfully gardening in every terra-cotta pot I own.  We've got lavendar, tomatoes, cilantro, okra, squash, and bell pepper.  None of it has been ready to harvest yet, but I think we'll be able to eat a tomato by this weekend.
What I love about gardening, is that it is a lot like my church--full of love.  When I look outside, I see the aloe vera that my late grandmother started in pots and that I have continuously repotted and shared with others.  I see the Rose of Sharon bush that grew from a seed from my great uncle.  We've got a beautiful hot pink oleander bush that was a housewarming gift from my grandparents.  There's mint, marigolds, and lamb's ear from our friend Ann-Marie.  And I've got my daisies which I planted from seeds five or six years ago.  Those make me happy every time I see them.
So like the church, I am filled with love every time I interact with my potted garden.  When the plant grows out of a pot, I share it with others.  If I fail to water and pay attention to the plants, they die just like a relationship that's not cultivated.
Excuse me while I go water my church.