I'm not a gardener. In fact, I'm pretty sure God must cry when I plant things because I'm more likely to kill a plant than I am to nurture it on to abundant life. So I guess it always surprises me when I see God at work in my "garden".
But it always strikes me as holy when I see something taking root and... living. I guess because I know that I had nothing to do with it. Because something was going on without my knowledge or supervision. And because no matter what the winter has been like, spring always seems to come.
(I wrote about my experience planting things last spring. You can read about it here)