Friday, April 23, 2010


This is not going to be a doctrinal message just a thought on the Garden of Eden. My title question is valid though. First off; I was raised on a farm. My father grew hay, alfalfa, corn and potatoes on about 300 acres of land. I loved to ride with him on the plow and other farm equipment. He would also let me sit on his lap and steer the equipment and especially his old truck. I remember playing for hours on the farm when I was young. I loved to play Cowboys and Indians and it was even more fun if I happen to have a friend to play with; but if I didn't have a friend I would have my imaginary friends. I would make my own bow and arrow and pretend that I was an Indian Princess or Annie Oakley. I always wanted an Annie Oakley Pop Gun and I will save that thought for another post. I also loved to look at the big ant hills and I was fascinated by how organized they were. I would note that some of the worker ants would carry a larger item than their-selves up the hill and into the nest. Some of the little ants were like soldiers marching along in a line with their load on their backs. I was very scared of the red ants because they could sting me so I liked the black ants best. My brother would sometime destroy the Ant hill; which made me cry. However, within a short time the ants had built up another hill. The ants just endured and started over. Sometimes, my older brother John would play with me which I loved him when he did. However, at other times he would tease me so much that I would cry or he would scare me and I would run to find my Dad.
The harvesting of potatoes brings back memories. My Dad would hire Navajo Indians to pick potatoes. I would try to pick the potatoes with them. It was hard work and I didn't last for long before I just wanted to play again. They would sometimes bring some of their children to help too; so we had fun working and playing together. At that time of my life I didn't mind getting dirty; I even loved the dirt. Getting water from the irrigation ditch and making mud pies and squishing my toes in the mud was the best fun ever.
My dear husband loves the outdoors. Its therapy for him to go out and work in the yard. Basically, I just love watching him work the best. We have had a few gardens through the years but I have never really enjoyed digging in the dirt and pulling weeds like I did as a child.
Just the other day I decided to help my husband by going out into the yard to weed around some bushes and mow the lawn. Now this is when I posed the question.  Did Adam and Eve really have to leave that beautiful garden and go out into the world of weeds? I have pondered that thought for some time. I know the doctrine behind it all. I know that I would have loved the Garden of Eden where I could enjoy all of the beauty in the Garden and all the beautiful, gentle animals, birds, and creatures that Heavenly Father had created. I would have loved not having to work in the garden to maintain it. Did Eve have any idea of what it meant to be cast out of the Garden into the lone and deary world? I know that they desired to have children and I suppose that is the big key. I pondered deeply on the fact that they were also privileged to walk and talk with Heavenly Father and the Savior. That one fact would have made it extremely hard to leave the garden.  Being cast out into the world where there is just a lot of hard work to have a beautifully landscaped yard and a flourishing  garden would have been a stumbling block for me. I can't imagine what they must have felt like to walk out of that garden facing their harsh world. I hear all the time individuals say; I love working in the yard, weeding and getting down into the earth. 
I hate weeds; I hate digging in the dirt! However, I do love children, and grandchildren. I guess that thought alone would have been incentive enough for me to leave the garden.  I am sure for Adam and Eve they too desired to be with their Heavenly Father and the Savior and they had enough faith that if they obeyed the commandments and endured to the end they would return to live with them again in a beautiful Celestial world. I too desire to live a good life; develop a firm relationship with my Heavenly Father and Savior so that my family and I can return to live with Heavenly Father and the Savior in what I picture again a beautiful Garden of Eden where there are no weeds and no need to dig in the dirt to plant are sow.  Perhaps I need to learn to love digging in the dirt and trying to beautify my little spot on earth while I sojourn here.


Barb said...

I love your story about playing cowboys and Indians! You just don't seem like a tom-boy! I still love to play in the dirt, squishing my toes through the mud and playing water make me smile! Isn't it funny the things we remember as kids? I love all those memories, thanks for posting them.

I can't wait to get to the other side - at last, I will have a beautiful yard and garden!! I know that Eve did what she knew she needed to do, and I'm pretty sure it was a hard thing for her. Maybe that's where women today get their strength - from Eve. We too will get our reward on the other side - a gorgeous garden . . . with no weeds!!

Love you,

Marie said...

I'm with you on that! I love to sit and enjoy the beauty of a garden and to enjoy the fruits of someone else's labours, but I am not a person that enjoys getting down in the dirty and getting my hands dirty! It must have been so hard for Adam and Eve to leave the garden, but having done so, leaving did give them more appreciation for what they had once had and a goal to strive for! I loved Little Annie Oakley when I was a girl. I had a story book about her and I would have given my left arm for a pop gun, just like you!! xxoo


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