~ime<br > 9e~ins ，A~ain<br > It may be true that time began in a garden.<br > But not the ticking， tocking， got-to-get-it-done-no-matter-what kind of time.<br > Not the stuffed， crammed Daytimer kind of time the sorry-I m-late-I-got-<br > stuck-on-the-freeway form of measurement.<br > The time that began m a garden is the kind of time I go to our garden to<br > find again.<br > It s time the way God created it: as a servant and not a master.<br > This kind of time is a container for worthwhile work， a resource for creating<br > the beautiful and feeding the hungry and growing the soul. It is measured in drift-<br > mg~t purposeful hours， in day and then night and then day again， in slowly rolling<br > seasons， each with its special purpose under heaven.<br > Garden time is time that involves itself in the moment， that passes each<br > - moment fully alive， that focuses on the soaring stateliness of trees and the minute<br > ~cale of thetiniest blossom and insect. Garden time requires daily attention but does<br > not require that everything be done in a day，<br > I go to nay garden to rediscover that kind of time. And I have to take time out<br > from the other kind of time to discover it.<br > Why don t you take time out， too?<br > Come away from your rat race， your conveyor belt， )，our traffic jam， to be<br > renewed and refreshed in the company of growing things.<br > It won t take long， but it will feel like a day in the country.<br > Yott te on garden time now.<br >