We are expecting another snowstorm this afternoon, but with the help of Ernest, My Brave Little Buddy, Pearl and I were able to get this out to you!

This parable told by The Great Gardener’s Son can be found in Matthew 13:3-9, Mark 4:2-9, and Luke 8:4-8.

“I am Pearl, and I know seeds.

“I know the sound they make when they scatter from a hand. I know the places where they thrive. And I
know the places where they never stand a chance.

“One morning, while I was scratching along the edge of the garden, the Teacher’s voice drifted across the field. A crowd had gathered, and He began to tell a story about a sower—someone like the gardener who feeds me, someone who trusts the earth enough to cast seed with an open hand.

“As He spoke, I saw it all as if I were walking beside the sower. Some seed fell on the hard path. I’ve pecked at that path myself. It’s packed tight by many feet, sun‑baked and stubborn. Seed can’t sink in there. Birds swoop down and snatch it before it even has a chance. I’ve done it myself—quick as a flash, a free meal.

“Some seed fell on rocky ground. I know that place too. A thin layer of soil over stones. Things sprout fast there—bright, eager, hopeful—but the roots can’t reach deep. When the sun rises hot, the tender shoots wither. They had no way to hold on.

“Some seed fell among thorns. I avoid that patch. The thistles scratch my legs, and the briars tug at my feathers. Anything that tries to grow there gets choked, squeezed, smothered by all that sharp, hungry clutter.

“But some seed fell on good soil. Rich, dark, soft earth—the kind I love to dust‑bathe in. There, the seed sinks deep. It drinks water. It stretches roots. It rises strong. And when harvest time comes, it gives back far more than was planted—thirtyfold, sixtyfold, a hundredfold. Abundance overflowing.

“As I listened, I felt the Teacher’s meaning settle into me like warmth from the sun.

“The Holy One scatters truth and mercy the way a sower scatters seed—freely, generously, without fear of waste. But the soil is the heart. Some hearts are trampled hard. Some are shallow. Some are tangled with thorns. And some—when tended, softened, opened—become places where grace can take root and flourish.

“So now, when I scratch in the garden, I pay attention to the soil beneath my feet. I ask myself: ‘What kind of ground am I today? Hard? Shallow? Thorny? Or ready?’ Because the seed is always falling. JAnd the Sower never stops scattering.”

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Please stay with us as Pearl explains in her own chicken voice each parable. There are almost 40 in all, so we will send them out as soon as we have them ready to post which is more frequent than we had planned or announced.

Thanks to all of our Friends, Family, and Fans for reading, liking, and sharing! We will keep you in our prayers!

Sincerely,

John and Pearl, (with fond memories of Gracie, Bessie, Blanche, Emily, and Amelia) and our newest Little Buddy, Ernest (who is still patrolling and keeping us all safe and together as a family!)