I have an apple tree. I am not sure this qualifies as a garden yet because I have done nothing to it except pick the apples (not sure I should be doing that yet, but they taste pretty good are are starting to fall off the tree). I love this apple tree because it has been totally neglected yet it is producing fruit. But, the fruit is really ugly. All the apples are really odd looking and some have spots and others are rather hunchbacked, but the fruit is sweet.
Today Laine and I made applesauce from these apples and froze it for sweet Annabel. I was filled with a sense of awe as I realized that this lonely tree with the ugly apples will feed my dear love-y lady her first apples. The humblest of trees will nourish my dear tree.
Last week in church, we discussed the idea of servanthood. I love the idea of this tree being a servant called to bear fruit unaware of who will be nourished by it. I am not called to do more than my dear tree. I must bear Godly fruit so that God may use it to bless others.