Dirty Knees

“I say, if your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.”     – Bill Watterson–

dirty knees 2I am looking through my window watching my gardener with envy. Those of you who know me well know that I get the most vicarious pleasure from watching people garden in my yard. I think gardening is one of the things I miss most about being paralyzed.

I miss feeling the dirt sift through my fingers, I miss choosing the exact spot that I want to put the next plant, and I miss knowing that the beauty that grows came directly from my hands. It feels good knowing that I take part in the decision-making in the landscaping of my home, but down deep, that’s not quite enough.

I believe that a home with flowers says something about its inhabitants. To me, it represents joy, love of life, and appreciation of the beauty found in nature. It is a way to touch and feel God’s presence in our lives. Dirty knees represent one way in which we can converse with a world beyond ourselves. It is a way to be both thankful for and give back to nature at the same time. Following my last blog, it is an easy way of “living gratitude through nature” right here at home.

Thank you, Lord, for your gift of flowers, birds, and butterflies.

(This blog is dedicated to Judy, Mary, Loie, Shirley and Bill)

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One Response to Dirty Knees

  1. Mercedes Sironi says:

    I know exactly the feeling of dirty knees! But, I must admit that dirty hands is just as rewarding. I am referring to the feeling I get from creating bonsai. It is an art form as well as a therapeutic endeavor. Have you ever tried it? I have no special training, just a love for miniature plants and sprouting seeds.

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