I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the Roses…
I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the Roses…
One of my all-time favorite Hymns is “In the Garden”. The opening words of this time-honored classic popped into my mind as I was shoveling the last of the manure into our new raised garden on Monday afternoon. For a brief moment my mind rewrote the opening words to “I stand in the garden”. While I immediately r...