Here lies the future.
The future garden.
For months, I assessed it and imagined how it would look like should there be a garden on this space. It was February 28, 2016, when I started digging on this space.
I dug, I toiled, I weeded as if there is no tomorrow.
All I can think of are the plants that will thrive in this sunny spot by the back alley. Lavender, Rosemary, and Poppies.
As a gardener, hope is natural to me. Hoping that these plants will bloom.
This hope brings me to the parable of a fig tree where the owner of the orchard wants to cut the tree down for it won’t bear fruit. But the gardener asks for another year to cultivate the ground around and fertilize it. It may bear fruit in the future. (Luke 13:6-9)
When I finished planting the lavender, rosemary, and poppies; the garden looked just like I imagined. It was good.
Ironically, I will not be there to see it bloom.