Shy's Garden

Where blooms preach sermons

I keep a garden because it keeps me. Every bud that opens without striving reminds me that growth is His work, that beauty is never wasted, and that the One who clothes the field has not forgotten me.

“Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not.” — Luke 12:27 KJV

Wicker egg chair nestled among garden greenery at golden hour
A quiet seat in the garden
Pink rose reaching toward a soft blue sky
Roses reaching toward heaven
Speckled garden hen among straw and green fencing
The garden keeper
Pearl, a white garden hen with a bright red comb
Pearl, the beloved garden hen
Basil blooming with tall purple and white flower spikes
Basil in bloom
Vibrant magenta zinnia with Shy's Garden lettering
Zinnia, fully known
Vivid magenta zinnia blossom layered against a dark backdrop
Seen in full color
Deep magenta zinnia with golden stamens among dark green leaves
Held by the garden
Basil bushes flowering with pink and purple spikes as the sun sets behind the trees
Evening light on the basil row
Raised garden beds overflowing with pink, orange, red, and white zinnias
The zinnia beds, overflowing
Zinnias along a garden path glowing in golden hour sunlight
Golden hour down the row
A ruffled magenta zinnia beside a white zinnia streaked with pink
Two blooms, one grace

Garden Journal

Notes from the dirt and the divine

Short reflections on what the garden is teaching me about faith, patience, beauty, and the quiet presence of God.

Song of Solomon 2:12 KJV
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

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