I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
(offerings from the yard–Yellow tomato, yellow bell pepper, thyme, basil / Julie Cook / 2014)
What, after all, is Apollos? And what is Paul? Only servants, through whom you came to believe—as the Lord has assigned to each his task. I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor. For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building.
1 Corinthians 3:5-9
Oh how we marvel at the wonders that seem to literally sprout from out fingertips. We toil and labor—tilling, sowing, watering, watching, imagining. . .then triumphantly sit back in self righteous wonderment at the results and fruits of “our” doings. . .
When in actuality, with little to none of our input, buried in the cloak of darkened soil and hidden away from all to see, lies the true and marvelous mystery of Creation. As much as we boast about the results of our toil and labor, there is not much that we, from our hands and talents, will have done which can actually permit us to take full credit—-for we are merely the co-workers in this mystery of life and growth.
It is the Master of Creation, who with one single sweeping motion of His hand, has sent the seed in motion—germinating, sprouting, growing and unfurling into a fanfare of sustenance. Oh yes we may till and work the ground, we may gently lay the seed, we may weed, water and watch, but it is the Master who works in hidden silence.
Constantly, consistently and mysteriously providing for both you and I.
cookiecrumbstoliveby 
A perfect analogy. Some of my grandest moments in the garden were spent marveling over what was to come forth from the seed. Sometimes it was so incongruous to contemplate that I would chuckle at the very idea. Thanks for a beautiful beginning to my day.
Thank you for your kind words and for reblogging this morning’s post. That is one of the best compliments I could receive—
hugs to you Marie—Julie
I love what Marie said! Seeds are a breathtaking marvel. This is an outstanding post, missy. I love that you feel so many of the same things I do about Creation! I pray that you have a very blessed and happy day. Love, Natalie 🙂
Thank you Natalie—I may work and sweat, but I can’t make or will the seeds to do what they do, tucked away buried in the ground–nor can I ever imagine the plentifulness which they in turn provide 🙂
hugs and love—farmer cookie
Well said.
Thank you 🙂