When I was very young,
my family lived in a tall, yellow house in rural Ohio.
It seemed like our backyard was carved out from the acres of fields that my uncle farmed.
I remember our backyard as an endless meadow of green grass,
where I played baseball, caught butterflies, escaped bees, and chased down frisbees, barefoot, with my neighbor Brent and my cousins Brad and Wendy.
At the edge of our property,
in between a field and our lawn,
there was a wild space, untouched by either plow or mower.
It was where the tall weeds grew, untamed and unruly, tangled up with each other.
- Genesis 2:15 - 17
- Genesis 3:1 - 9