plans are prayers

i got the note form the farmer, told me the tomatoes are ready.

took the bus the next day. when i got to the garden, i looked across to the west and all those red, orange, gold fruits are swaying yes!  

i look over at him, his cam always handy, wanting to catch the glow. . .and yes, all this was supposed to happen.

i can only look back and smile and think of the time in june when we were just laying out the plans, the design and the arrangement of how this garden would be planted, and how it would look like. . .

what if plans are better as prayers?

i looked further back and and remembered the piece of paper i drew my plans on, for the farm i call my own.  didn't take me long to realize that, yes, indeed, plans are better as prayers.  and everything happens because it is supposed to happen, not because i drew it on paper.  bwahahaha!

i gazed over the greens again, and looked at the answers right there - plain for me to see.

the wind blows gently and the red, orange, gold fruits in the garden swayed their yes. . .

and we get another piece of paper and make another plan for another season. . .

thank you!  for this season of plenty.  ilysm!  i know you know it!  ♥ ♥ ♥