A Well-Watered Garden
Guest post, by Angela Jelf You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail – Isaiah 58v11 (ESV) I’m looking for the slightest sign of growth. A new bud on my cream roses. A clump of geranium, suddenly fuzzy with flowerheads. An elegant Iris, about to burst open, its petals as dramatic as the ruffles on a flamenco dancer’s dress. Eighteen years ago, our garden was an eyesore. It consisted of a patchy terraced lawn, flanked by two strips of dry, stony earth. The only thing growing in it were barrow loads of vicious-looking prickly weeds. Back then, I knew next to nothing about gardening. But I loved flowers. And I’d learned from watching my mum, that lovely gardens don’t just happen by chance. They require work. And so, I rolled up my sleeves. Digging out those weeds, many of which had deep taproots, was back-breaking. The soil was heavy clay; the type that literally sticks to your boots after a downpour and dries out like sands of Arizona in the sunsh