Chickens find woodchips irresistible. Their favorite thing is to scratch looking for something to eat. Woodchips around the fruit trees add nutrients to the soil, retain moisture during the hot months and conceal lots of overwintering bugs. They have made a mess that needs to be confined. The garden is now fenced, and a block border is being laid. Extra work for the joy of watching them run around free.

“Every good thing given, and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. In the exercise of His will He gave us birth by the word of truth, so that we would be a kind of first fruits among His creatures.” (James 1:17-18 NASB)

There is much pleasure in tending God’s garden. He is the gardener with the seed, the word of truth. We are allowed to plant, water and reap according to His good pleasure. There are no anxious moments tending God’s garden when remembering that it’s His seed. “So will My word be which goes out of My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the purpose for which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55:11 NASB)