Summer is over, well, sort of. The temperature is still warm, but on the calendar, the first day of Fall is two weeks away. Labor Day has officially signaled the end of summer. Along with that, school has started, the school buses are rolling through my neighborhood, and the stores are putting out the fall and harvest decorations. But like many summers, this summer raced away and was over before I realized what happened. This morning I found myself yearning to get to my neglected garden. It seems I do this every summer. I start out strong in April, planting things and getting ready for the upcoming season, but by the end of June, I'm not so enthusiastic about gardening anymore. The weeds insist on coming back and as the thermometer rises, my motivation decreases. But today my garden finally had some attention from me. The thing I like about gardening is that it gives me some time to think, ponder and even pray at times. I marv...