September 21, 2004
Gardens
Gardens are a veritable microcosm of the stewardship to which God has called us. CP’s our resident gardener, hence, the better steward in our family. She is also the stonemason who rearranges the Ordovician limestone that makes our hill, the manager of the “long molar” that cuts the grass, and the keeper of all that’s wholly floral.
One of her proudest is Deodar, the Wonder Tree, India’s “timber of the gods” of past OoN fame. Deodar’s sexual orientation is not altogether apparent and, we understand from a botanist friend, can actually be both — or all three, I suppose. At any rate, it has grown a few feet and, as well, produced a tiny progeny that has crept up and out from its roots through a nearby stone wall. And we are proud.
I can’t for the life of me understand why Eve and Adam who had such a good thing didn’t repent or something and ask God for a second chance. On the other hand, maybe forgiveness was something that occurred to God much later than those early, formative days when grace was merely a twinkle in her eye, and she was experimenting with all this foolishness. At any rate, think at what a loss would be the Creationists without that lovely story.