Oh!! You caught me working in my garden!! This is my favorite place to be!! My daddy loved working in his yard and growing beautiful flowers and I guess it rubbed off on me!! I love to sit in the stillness of my garden, looking at God's handywork and having a little quiet time with Him!!
You picked a beautiful day to visit!! My garden is in full bloom!! Have a seat on the bench under that tall shady oak and I'll get us some fresh lemonade!! Feel free to wander through my garden!! It is full of blossoming, beautiful friendships!!

FRIENDSHIP POEM

I've been talking about you a lot with the Lord. I told Him how thoughtful And helpful you are, how I treasure you more each day. I tried to describe how just having you there can make things more special and fun. I said just how loyal you are to your friends. And I thanked Him for making me one. And I told Him how much I keep learning from you, how your faith is inspiring to see. Then I asked Him if He'd let you know how I feel. And He said You should hear it from me.

~Author Unknown~

FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING

PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:
1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul

PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:
1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness

PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:
1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another

NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:
1. Turnip for meetings
2. Turnip for service
3. Turnip to help one another

TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:
1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends

WATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH LOVE. THERE IS MUCH FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.

~author unknown

Friendships Grow In My Garden

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In the Garden

by C. Austin Miles, 1868-1946

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses;
and the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
and the melody that He gave to me within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him though the night around me be falling;
but He bids me go--thru the voice of woe, his voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.

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visits from friends and new friends yet to be made since July 10, 1997