Day 16: Gardener God

Miles gardens every single day. I'm almost certain his career will involve agriculture or at least biology.  He was born for it,  the way Mozart was born to make music.  It's actually beautiful to watch him in nature and in his garden.  His tiny,  gentle way with bugs,  eggs,  chickens,  plants,  seeds.  He sees things i don't see.  He's connected to the earth in a way I don't often see in humans. 

I'm homeschooling miles hduring the morning this year because,  well,  he also learns very differently from most people and needs lots of one on one instruction.   I've developed my homeschool lessons around gardening because... well fight em or join em. We compare sizes of seeds,  germination time,  what seedlings of different plants look like,  spelling vegetable names, etc.  I've actually surprised myself how many things you can work on while gardening. We've covered nearly every state standard for 1st grade with lots of room to grow. 

 I digress....

 In California,  we don't take water for granted and gardening for the last several years has included a small rainwater collection system in my backyard. Yesterday,  one of our chores was to move water from the collection barrel to other storage to make space for new water with upcoming storm.

As Miles was filling his jug,  he looked at my with a sly smile and a twinkling eye.  

"Who gave us this water?" He said slowly and softly. Grin never fading. 

"God. "

"And who is going to water our garden tomorrow?" 

"God."

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A few months ago it was getting ready to rain and Miles asked me where the rain comes from.  I told him "God sends the rain. " 

He got wide eyed. 

"MOM, IS GOD A GARDENER?"

"Yes."

"AND DOES THAT GARDENER GOD WATER THE PLANTS?!?!"

"yes,  Miles,  that Gardener God sends us all the water we need. "

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Now whatever the weather,  Miles will say "Gardener God is watering the garden or Gardener God is shining light for the plants."

Miles knows he doesn't garden alone.  I think he has found his prayer language too. He prays with his hands covered in soil. 

Gardener God.  

He sends us rain. 

Maybe he wears galloshes.