“Then God planted a garden in Eden, in the east. He put the Man he had just made in it. God made all kinds of trees grow from the ground, trees beautiful to look at and good to eat.” -–GENESIS 2:8
Hubby and I are having a Genesis 2:8 weekend, planting currents, junipers, and golden willows—not in the Garden of Eden, but in windbreaks on the edge of the hayfields. Our trees aren’t so much for men as they are for the benefit of animals. The cows will take shelter from the winter winds, the birds will have more nesting spots and berries, and the rabbits will have more places to hide from the dog. But, now that I think of it, we irrigators, hayers, and walkers will have some privacy when we need to—ahem—answer the call of nature.
(God, if You’re reading this blog, I have a few questions for You: When You planted the trees in the Garden of Eden, did You use a shovel and trowel? Why did you do it Yourself instead of recruiting the angels for the job? Did You carry buckets of water or just say, “Let there be water in the hole”? When You finished the job, were You soaked with mud and chilled from the wind? Did Your back and arms ache? When Adam and Eve rested in the shade of those trees, I sure hope that they appreciated all the work and TLC that went into them!)