A couple of decades ago shortly after I converted to Catholicism, I went on a private retreat in the coastal mountains of California. A religious sister from another Order was staying there at the same time. One day I asked about her prayer life. She gave me an answer that has helped me many times over the years. She said that she had her morning coffee with the Lord every day. Sometimes, she talked to him about the coming day – her plans, hopes, and concerns. Sometimes, she and the Lord just sat together in comfortable, silent companionship. This morning I had my coffee with the Lord in the garden. The dog was lazing in the sun. The bees were visiting the blossoms. All was well in the world.
Contemplation Garden 
Hmm, this would bring an entirely new sort of distraction. :-).
I’m reminded of a poem from my grandmother, who owned a nursery and LOVED plants: “The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the bird for mirth, one is nearer God’s heart in the garden than any place else on earth.”
LikeLike
I’ve never heard that poem before, but I have to agree. I feel close to God in nature and in the garden.
LikeLike