Day 21: How Did My Garden Grow?

Last year was the first year we planted a full garden. My friends, Christine and Aaron, worked tirelessly to till the soil, weed, and plant vegetables and flowers in our backyard beds; I’m so grateful for them, as my body can’t do the necessary bending and squatting. Our growing garden brought me hours of delight; I enjoyed the task of watering (that much I could do!) and watching all the plants mature and begin to bear their “fruit.” We enjoyed tomatoes well into the Fall; I made fresh salads from the lettuce and herbs; our most surprising success was with the four corn stalks we planted, never expecting such a fantastic little crop.


The only plants that didn’t do well were our foxgloves. We put in three, each a different color; one of them did not survive the planting. We removed it and planted another. The three foxglove plants at the back of the flowerbed limped through the season, each sprouting a small stalk of flowers, but never really taking hold and growing into their full glory. I was bummed because I really love plants that grow tall and have multiple flowers on a stalk — each bloom its own beauty adding to the stalk’s lovely bouquet. They grow tall, reaching for the sun, with each flower a trumpet, calling forth worship to its Creator. Yeah, I love foxgloves.

The rest of the flowers did so well that I didn’t mourn for long. We had the most gorgeous sunflowers that seemed to turn into sunflower “trees,” each stalk bearing about a dozen of those big, beautiful ladies, all in view from the window above my kitchen sink.


Winter came and most of the plants died. We had a bit of an early spring and I noticed a few plants maturing in the flower bed that I was sure we hadn’t planted last year. Several of the flowers wintered over — the gerbera daisies are in bloom now and the African daisies became a huge bush of lavender lovelies, enjoying their second season in our yard. 20140328_105928
But I had no idea what those other plants were; maybe they were weeds? They kept maturing, and getting bigger, with huge, sturdy foliage. There were so many of them, too! Soon there was a small stalk growing out of the center of most of those plants. I wondered for a moment, but I was busy with school and not really paying much attention to the garden.

The time came to dig up the old and put in the new. Christine and Aaron again worked their magic and “we” planted an assortment of vegetables and herbs; next to the tomatoes are jalapeños for pickling and for the first time, red Thai peppers; I do love to set my mouth on fire. 🙂

The flower bed was practically full already, with those possibly-weeds-possibly-not plants taking up much of the space. We tucked in some sunflower plants and a couple of California poppies (love that bright orange under the sun!) and we removed an large ugly plant from
the corner of the bed (it predated us) and put in a callalily, which is already providing us with its graceful blooms.

On planting day, I looked more closely at the mystery plants in the flower bed. The base foliage was so strong and healthy, the stalks taller than the previous week, and I noticed buds on most of them. I called Aaron over to move some of the plants around as they were crowded together and I asked him the question that had floated through my mind a few times:

Could those be foxgloves?

Google confirmed our suspicions.

And now most of them are blooming — light pink, white, deep purply-pink. Healthy. Vibrant. Huge. Some don’t have a stalk yet and I’m eagerly waiting to see which colors will burst forth. The flower bed looks like the beginnings of a small foxglove forest, each bloom trumpeting rebirth. Apparently last year’s failed foxgloves, with some help from the wind, scattered some seeds which took hold.


How many things have I “planted” over the years that have not done well? I have failed on many important fronts and wish I could rewind and have some do-overs. Failure is anathema in our culture; we idolize success.

But God has other ideas.

The same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead lives in me…lives in all of us who proclaim “Jesus is Lord.” If I hold my failures up to God, and surrender them to Him, the wind of His Spirit will plant something new, something stronger, something that will glorify Him far more than my own efforts and successes. Sometimes it’s nothing anyone else can see; the new growth is often hidden in my relationship with Him. More gratitude, more worship, more peace, more trust, more love.

As I look out my kitchen window, I see flowers, yes. I also see mercy.

And resurrection.








4 thoughts on “Day 21: How Did My Garden Grow?

  1. Lynn Severance

    Hmmm – nice! Parts of this posting remind me of “The Secret Garden” which once was dead with debris, left unattended until the choice was made to believe it could come back to life with tending and care. After all – God initial plan was our Home with him in “a garden”. We get glimpses of that glory in such ways as you expressed here – chances to have our second chances when some wisdom has been planted or simply a gift from him to remind us He is the gardener!

  2. Nina Wichman Post author

    Sis, I remember when you played me the soundtrack from the musical and how wonderful that was. I did eventually see it. I’d love to see it again! And I do need to hunker down with my old edition of the book sometime. It’s a treasure! ❤

  3. Jamie

    Lovely pictures! Spring is by far my favorite season. I always reflect on how things have been going in my life and the rebirth I feel so fortunate to have experienced myself. My “blooms” may not look as beautiful as those in your pictures, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.

    1. Nina Wichman Post author

      Hi Jamie! So glad to “meet” you here! I took a peek at your blog and I LOVE how it looks! Spring is such a wonderful time of year; isn’t it wonderful how God speaks to us through His creation? I can’t take ANY credit for the beauty of the blooms…those foxgloves are all HIS doing! Hope you’ll come visit again sometime!


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