Ellen, with every visit to your home, Eileen and I feel like we're going back to the Garden...
...surrounded, as we are, by all your bountiful and beautiful growing things not only outside...BUT INSIDE your home...
...and complemented by the delicious foods on your table...
Thomas Kinkade: Painter of LIGHT
I chose this next image and the next song that follows because it features two singers - one male, one female - more accurately reflecting the nature of the Mystery that began life here on Earth...
...As I now see it..."G-d" hit the "PLAY" button and the Song of the Universe began...
"God's recreation"...sounds like a playground...Eden saw play...
...So, let us PLAY...
Sing Along Time
I'm providing the words so Arlo won't make an example of anyone he spots who's NOT singing along...
Garden Song - Arlo Guthrie
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell the music of the land
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Plant your rows straight and long
Season with a prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her loving care
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my tomato plants
Sunburnt face, skinned up knees
The kitchen's chocked with zucchinis
I'm shopping at the A&P's
Next time I get the chance
Old crow watching from a tree
He's got his hungry eye on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
...Like father...like son...
Finding Shelter in our Gardens
Reminding us of whose lands we are walking on...
DESSERT TIME
Wishing you 78 more revolutions around the SUN...
