Hello Friends,
Your lily garden may be only in your dreams so far; or you may be so experienced you certainly don't need my help, since I'm still learning. However, for those who are still seeking, I'd like to encourage you to think beyond summer, by including plantings that unfold, much like a theater production, with first, second, and third acts.
Springtime is the first act of your play, in your garden. In the spring, you are either clearing for beds, or you are delighting in your garden's first nodding buds. Perhaps you are looking out at a sea of dirt, and you are wondering if you have the patience to wait until fall to plant those beautiful lilies that you have fallen in love with. Well, all is not lost. It's not too late. You can still plant your lily bulbs and daylily starts (or fans) right now, and in mid to late summer your lilies will bloom amazingly. Then they will bloom right on time, year after year, becoming more and more lush, with little effort from you.
Two of my favorite bulb companies are Brecks at www.brecks.com and Dutch Gardens atwww.dutchgardens.com So enjoy your journey through your lily garden. You will be successful. Lilies are the most forgiving flowering plants on earth. No wonder Jesus loved them.
Since my very first garden, decades ago, I have learned just how close God is to my heart. I can't help myself. When I walk through my garden, I talk to Him. I always have. And when He speaks, as He always does, my heart listens.
In My Garden in the Morning
In my garden in the morning
Just at the break of day;
I watch to see God’s paintbrush
Sweep the night away.
The stars, they twinkle one last time,
While moon’s still in the sky.
My heart’s uplifted as I see
An angel passing by.
In my imagination,
I can see the choir chairs;
And I hear angelic voices
Singing sweetly in the air.
In my garden in the morning,
Where the snowdrops gently nod;
It is there within my garden
That my heart belongs to God.
He walks with me, and we discuss
My restless, troubled sleep.
His arm slips round my shoulders,
As I begin to weep.
He murmurs much encouragement
And calms my troubled heart.
Then as the sun climbs upward
I know He must depart.
I clutch His hand and beg Him
“Oh, Father, please don’t go!”
“Why daughter, I’m still with you,
For it’s I who love you so.”
It’s then that I remember
We are never far apart;
For any time I need Him,
I can feel Him in my heart.
In my garden in the morning,
Where the snowdrops gently nod;
It is there within my garden
That my heart belongs to God.
© Jaye Lewis, 2010
With love and Happy Easter
Jaye Lewis
