Hot and humid weather has lingered far too long. Primary activities in the garden are filling the birdfeeders, making sure the fountains don’t run dry, and pulling weeds here and there--before the sun pokes its fiery head into my backyard. I feel the lack of garden time. I miss my hands in the dirt, building rock beds, moving plants around and planting new ones, all while hearing quiet whispers in my meeting place with God. Not that we don’t meet, but you know what it’s like