A Song by Rich Mullins is Why I Love Green

Every house must have its builder, and I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun, across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting, I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise

- From The Color Green, by Rich Mullins (1955-1997)

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Garden Party

My garden party will look a little different from a typical garden party. No finger sandwiches or strawberry lemonade. No white gloves and pearls. Leather gloves and sunglasses will be more fitting.

Join us at my house any time between 10 a.m. and 7 p.m. if you can.

Bring your gloves, a shovel a rake or a wheelbarrow if you like, and some of your favorite seeds if you'd like to contribute.

We'll buy your lunch and give you some free vegetables if our work proves fruitful.

Oh - and I failed to mention this, but we would welcome any strong teenagers with a desire to work for food. :)

See below for a new map of the garden.

See you there!
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  1. UnknownApril 7, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    so wish i could come, especially to reap the harvest after i put in some sweat equity! enjoy this dream you're living.

    one other thing...the quote by mullins at the top has a typo in it. couldn't stand not to tell you. it's should be its.

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  2. JillApril 7, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    Not anymore it doesn't! I copied and pasted it from another site where the lyrics were. I should know better than that.

    Sweating the dream now, my friend. I do wish you could join us! (Car trip this summer?)

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