There’s
nothing St.Lynas enjoys more than his garden. The years of planning and planting
means that he knows every plant, shrub and tree, watches over them and cherishes
them.
One
time he particularly likes is wandering round it in the early morning when the
sun is out and the birds are singing. Another
favourite time is twilight, when the dew is settling and the Night Scented
Stocks, planted under the house windows, fill the garden with wafts of cinnamon.
“I
love this garden, Lord,” he commented, as he sniffed at Sweet Rocket one
evening.
“How
much do you love it?” asked God.
“More
than anyone else,” replied St.Lynas.
“After
all, I designed it, planted it, and keep it nice. I feed the plants, water them, and when they flower
they give me great pleasure.”
There
was a long pause and the penny dropped.
“Ah!”
said St.Lynas, “I get it!”
“Get
what?” asked God with a smile in his voice.
“Why
you asked me that question,” exclaimed St.Lynas.
“You
love us more than anyone else for exactly those reasons!”
“On
the button!” said God.
“Have
you got a garden in heaven, Lord?” asked St.Lynas. “Ah…..you’ll
see,” replied God
“all
this is just a very early prototype!”
