Rebirth
Psalm 19 The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. 2 Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. 3 There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. In my yard, something is always blooming. Just before I stop noticing the exquisiteness of one plant or the moment I become sad about its wilted bloom, another beauty announces itself. The boys and I planted some seeds to contribute to our ongoing beauty, and as a precursor to a garden endeavor, some pepper plants to promote eating fresh. It was fun to play in the dirt together. It felt good to have that caked dirt on my hands, for a few days impossible to remove from my cracked fingers. And I planted phlox. It's something I've always wanted in my yard. It's fragrant, delicate, and easy-to-grow. Many species creep, overtaking the garden. In Greek, phlox means "flame." I guess I&#