the gardener and the mule

my wife is a good gardener and i’m a pretty good mule

she shows me where to put the dirt and calls me when she needs a tool

i did not always like my role until one morning i sat on the deck

the morning sun was coming up and i was playing with our dogs

in the morning light the yard came alive and i was stopped in my tracks

i could see how our joint efforts had created a beautiful space

everything has its’ part, God gave us the yard and we helped make it more beautiful

 

we can’t all be the leader, we can’t all be the teacher, and often the greatest joy can come from knowing we had a part and we did that part well

God is a great God, my wife is a good gardener, and i’m a pretty good mule

here, gets some water