Rapturous Day in the Garden

Yesterday evening I was digging compost into my garden, turning the soil over and breaking up the clods. It was very quiet in the neighborhood, just birds chirping. The scent of the flowers from the lemon tree nearby were trailing through the air and the low sun was warm on my back. The baby corn seedlings were separated and waiting to be set into the rich soil of their new home. It occurred to me that I could very well have been transplanted to some kind of Heaven, this certainly must be what it would be like.

But this is my little garden, my own piece of Heaven that I get to enjoy everyday, no Rapture needed.