My name is Myrtle Virginia Thompson, sometimes aka Jenny Thompson. It’s a long story for another time. I am a retired missionary, have seen more than 8 decades come and go in my life and now it is time to reminisce about some of those bygone years. I have lived in four countries, if we count the US, and visited extensively in some others. Always, always it was the flowers that brought sunshine into my life.
Richard, beloved husband of 63 years, also loves flowers, but not working in them. That’s okay; our ideas would probably clash. He did help me once when we were clearing out brush around our new little log cabin in western NC. It was a very warm day. In one hour, 6 ticks descended on any bare spot of skin they could find on him, so I sent him inside. I don’t think they liked my sweat; only one bothered to try it.
I love a garden and gardening. I think I got that from my earthly father who likely got it from his Heavenly Father. Daddy was a “green thumb” man. Why did God choose to start life on planet Earth in a garden? I don’t know; I wasn’t there to ask. I do know that for me, gardening is therapeutic. It helps me physically, mentally, spiritually and even emotionally. Almost everybody has heard about the Garden of Eden. God closed it to man after sin entered the world. Not many people know about the garden in the city of Sodom before Sodom was destroyed. It was said to be comparable to the Garden of Eden. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon were one of the seven wonders of the ancient world.
Waiting for seeds to germinate, watching as fat “cats”–caterpillars–chew every leaf of my parsley and a praying mantis helping me get rid of the aphids brings on a wonder of God’s creative powers. Butterflies, large and small, fly silently above my head without making noise. Lizards or skinks take a sun bath but slither away when I disturb their naptime. I think they are the same ones that turn from brown to a beautiful blue. It is incredible what I have seen in my little gardening areas in each country.