I have a strong desire to create and cultivate; an enthusiasm for greens, flowers, and vegetables that I've had since childhood. This enthusiasm couldn't be squelched even by the guy who forgot to water all my small, pale green seedlings struggling up through the soil of their egg carton homes. While I did return from California to four egg cartons of brown, crispy plants, I planted fresh seeds the very next day.
I'm determined, you see. Never mind the fact that we don't have space for a real garden - there is an alleyway by our apartment, after all, fenced in and belonging to no one but us. Never mind that the soil is rocky and difficult; it can be cultivated.
FavoriteBoy and I went to Home Depot this evening. Now I have four egg cartons of seedlings, two purchased shasta daisy plants, and three cherry tomato plants.
If such things can be such a delight for me, can you even imagine how God felt when He first filled the earth with things that grow?