As I took my morning garden walk today, I was delighted to see a few of our glads blooming. These were a set of bulbs on a clearance table I purchased for 50 cents last year. I planted them thinking they would’nt amount to much. A little shortsighted on my part wouldn’t you say?
The blooms reminded me of an old hymn that I learned as a child. “I’ll Fly Away” one version of the song begins, “One glad morning when the day is ov’r, I’ll fly away…..” This song resonates with me on so many levels and is a song of great encouragement and a reminder of things to come. It reminds me that my efforts on this earth, not matter how small are not futile and that we, as people of faith, are merely passing through to a great home that awaits us in “the sky”.
While in Arkansas at P. Allen Smith’s Garden 2 Blog Event this song reached out to me once again. I don’t know about anywhere else in the country, but in the deep south, most folks offer a prayer at mealtime. I remember summers in the Mississippi delta and visiting my Great Uncle Raif & Aunt Mattie Wigley for Sunday Supper. They had a house full of kids and it was nothing to have 30-40 friends and family at the table for a meal on Sunday. Uncle Raif would pray for what seemed like 10 minutes over a meal, asking God to bless not only the food but each soul and family represented at the table. Meal time at their house was always an event to be remembered.
When we were ready for dinner at Moss Mountain Farm during Garden2Blog instead of offering a prayer before our meals, Allen asked that we sing! The song “I’ll Fly Away” once again filled my heart and the hearts of all present with great joy. You could see it on their faces as we sang. It was a moment in time I won’t soon forget. I have learned in this life to grab hold of moments in time and savor them. Life is filled with plenty of trials and tribulations and to have these memories to reflect upon is a lifesaver for me.
So, as I continue down this journey of life, I am grateful once again for those who have a song in their hearts, flowers in their gardens and good food on the table. Thanks P. Allen Smith…….
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What a lovely post and what a glimpse of a graceful , but alas, bygone era. I love the story about your aunt and uncle.
I can see why you might be moved by this wonderful song. Whenever I hear it I feel the sadness and the joy a gift.
So true we need to “grab hold and savor!” Thanks for sharing your memories. Those prayers in song on Moss Mountain are memories I’ll savor!
Chris, your words bring tears to my eyes…in a good way. Indeed our trip to AR was one for the memory books, one to cherish. I am happy to know you. May we meet again some day…
What a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing.
Hope you don’t mind a little Pinterest love, courtesy of Home Depot Garden Club!
Beautiful photos, my friend
Not at all kind sir! thanks for the shoutout!!!!