As my garden grows

As the days come and go ,I take a morning walk to my garden, to see if they have grown more and what is there ,what may have seen a rough night. Walking away proud of my very first garden, on my own, remembering what I was taught by my mother as well as with from my very good friend "Mitch".. whom I helped take care of the one he grew near work and was a member of a gardening club. It seems as though my husband is enjoying the thought of the having one too. Proud we both are, to what our hands and sore backs have put out. It is time will tell how well we will be ,on taking care of our small garden.
In our darkest times. the growth of our small meak garden shows me that we are here, where we were meant to be,. Leaving a job I spent twenty six years at, to coming to where my passion seems to take me. Things will fall into place and that I must keep in mind the mustard seed and those seeds of my garden, since the ground here in Tennessee is ever hard, my hand hurts digging and putting those seeds to garden, and now watching them pushing up from the very hard ground that I layed over them, They have pushed and pushed to make free to the sun and the sky. As hard as our life is and as hard as we try to get above our money problems , I am reminded of the seeds and how hard they too ,had to come. they are here I am here. And with Gods help or the great spirit ,, what ever you call it, my faith will , my hope will , my trust will get up above those things that keep us forever worried. I am so grateful for what I have and where I am going , Thank God and all the Angels that keep me moving forward .