How Gardening Reminds me of Home

The peonies are so sweet the ants cannot resist them. When I cup their faces and snip some blossoms for the table, I have to gently shake out the occupants. And still, when I place the stems in crystal water and lean in to breathe their perfume—I notice two errant passengers frantically searching for an escape route.
This week I’ve been harvesting lettuce and kale. I stand for long moments at the sink, rinsing the leafy greens, humming while my hands turn pink in cold water. Thank God for that salad spinner my friend Mel gifted me with two growing seasons ago. I finally put my tomatoes and peppers in, nestled them beside cucumbers and pole beans. It took the better part of Monday afternoon when I should have been doing other things … working with words, fleshing out a sermon.
I’ve said it before, how God speaks tome in the midst of these growing things. And somehow, the waiting and the tending and the expectation of the harvest create in me an emptiness that fills. I dip my fingers into the earth I am made from and I feel the kinship of it all, how I am just a small part of a big plan. That latin word “humus” that means “earth”—it’s where the word “human” comes from—and also, “humility” and when I am working the garden it all makes perfect sense.

One day the entire earth will be a garden again. But until then, I have the sweet scent of peonies filling my kitchen and reminding me of home.

I’m guest posting over at the beautiful Jenny Sulpizio’s place today. We’re talking about grace. Will you join me?


  1. Sharon O says

    Beautiful pictures and sharing, thank you, yours was the first I read today and it reminds me of our own ‘pink’ peonies. We created a bouquet for the cemetery on Sunday. It was just a small token of ‘remembering’ on a quiet day.

  2. Kelly Hausknecht Chripczuk says

    I have discovered recently on our property what can only be described as a giant hydrangea tree and now, after reading this, I remember again, I need to go gather some of that bounty and bring it in. I just got “The Curious Garden” out from the library again today – it’s a children’s book – and about as close to the heart of the gospel as anything I’ve read.

  3. says

    I love peonies…they always in bloom on my birthday! What a gift. Looking forward with you to our future home! Always good to be reminded to do that…

  4. June says

    Yes, Laura {sigh} I think this, what you are expressing here in this post, is why I feel closer to nature as I move closer to God. This earth was intended, I believe, as part of our inheritance. Yet sin has gotten in the way of that. . . for a time. But the sweet promise of fulfillment is coming. Your peonies are lovely. Thank you for sharing.

  5. Elisha Wolter says

    Hi Laura. I ‘re-found’ your blog again tonight, as I used to read it regularly but lost touch. It was like returning to an old friend. (not that I’m saying you’re old!) Your writing creates such beautiful images in my mind and gives so much comfort. Reading your posts is like reading a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing this post … I pictured all the little ants and wished that I could smell the scent of the peonies too. I love how you made the connection with the earth and our ‘home’. This was beautiful.

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