it smells like God

Church Doors and Spring...
I guess Easter is around the corner... white gloves, Easter hats. Bow ties on little boys, stained hands from coloring the eggs, smells of Easter dinner in the oven.. Soon Lent will be over and i can play my crappin' video game again!!! i doubt it will be as important to me... (who am i lying to?) anyway... i have this 1940's style of thinking when i think of easter.. perhaps it is the Catholic in my past that gets my mind floating to that era....

Well today it was about 57 degrees out and i managed after church to plant 2 of Heathers Liliac bushes and her Mr. Lincoln Red Rose... and i tootled around in the garden and spread a bit more extra barkdust in those areas that kinda blew and washed away in the many winter storms.. i talked to my flowers in bloom and when i planted the lilacs i prayed over them.. yes shut up i pray over my plants..but this time i said Lord. bless these Lilacs and allow them to grow through the many generations that my grandchildren will enjoy them as well..

so just to let you know.. when i plant something... it isnt just for the now.... it is for my children and thier children,, each flowering shrub and rose will tell its own story.... that is how i process... nearly all things.. in my garden.
years ago my daughter due to a trauma lost her sence of smell of flowers and fresh laundry... so it is important to me to continue to plant for her in hope and prayer her memory will awaken and again be able to relate the fresh scent as a lovely thing. not a nightmere. and i cant wait come next spring to have her cut a bouquet of her lilacs and breath them in... and maybe have her like the smell. perhaps her rose she chose to plant this spring will do much the same... or the tulips or daphne... i cant wait to see what God does in his healing garden... i love that he Heals me in such a place.

it was good to get my hands dirty in the soil and smell the earth revived from the bitter winter... it smells like God does to me.... it smells of SSSSSSSSS-pring.