Catching up on some long overdue watering out in the back yard this morning in nearly perfect late summer weather, I was, over an hour or so of diligent watering tree, shrubs, flowers & the veggies & herbs, treated to a wafting gentle display of no less than 8 different types of lovely butterflies and bugs. I even saw a couple I am not even sure what they are! Let's see, I saw a tiger swallowtail, a monarch, a blue tiny one, a grey lacy one with indigo and cornflower on its inner winds, a teensy yellow one, a mostly white one, a huge dragonfly and one that surely was a fairy! Maybe a maidenfly? It was camped out on the okra and when it flew it looked like Tinkerbell. It was enormous, for a bug, but slender and very fairy-like.
The state of mind that comes with watering thirsty plants and sporadically tossing the ball for the dog is one most near to Heaven in my mind. The Garden of Eden is not the ballpark of Eden, skyscraper of Eden or the mass transit of Eden for a reason, as Francis and Fiacre remind us. After the Fall? Yes, most definitely: I was stung by an angry wasp as I watered to close to a wasp-hole I did not realize was even there - and our meowing, complaining cat, a solitary hermit who has unwillingly renounced her freedom to prowl the outside due to a plethora of teenage drives in our neighborhood (we live near a public high school) - no lack of reminders that we are post-Fall. But heavenly nonetheless. Grace-given time for which I am grateful to God.
How about all the troublemakers, criminals, politicians and warmongers hie themselves hence to a lovely garden, and there water, plant, weed and harvest until some of God's grace settles 'em down? I'm for it.
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