Just in from chasing bumblebees in the gardenā¦ a fine pastime for a sunny spring day, while the sun plays peek-a-boo with encroaching clouds–some fluffy white, some frowning grayā¦
The eider down of dandelions-past-their-prime, now reseeding for future generations, is upstaged by the glow of buttercup facesā¦But the real draw is the overwintered kale now gone to seed, the garden’s first brightness in spring.
The peas are peeking out; potatoes are eyeing sunshine from their dark furrows. The comfrey’s come back with all the power of a mighty weed.
How did I think I would let this season go, for a change, and not do any gardening? Sheer nonsense. I can’t keep myself out of the beds—searching for emerging seedlings, planted and otherwiseā¦on the lookout for new life, excited by the growth that comes once my precious seeds are committed to the dead earthā¦
Itās hard to let them go. What if they donāt germinate and grow?Ā All will be lost. Thereās no instant manufacturing of more seed, only a long season of growth and fruitfulness and maturity.Ā And then the gathering and the storing and the patient waiting for spring. Once in the seed packets, nicely labeled, the seed is mineāholding all the potential ofĀ a flourishing garden of veggies and blooms.Ā But it āabides aloneā, useless really, (no matter how lovely the packaging), if I fail to take the plunge and commit my precious seeds to the groundā¦.
The painful part is passing now.Ā Most of my seeds are planted and hopeful I ramble through the yard bending to see the first shoots, and finding the rewards here and there and the springing hope of summerās bounty and autumnās harvestā¦Yes, itās a fine day for chasing bumblebees in the gardenā¦
And so glad I am for the plants that reliably spring out of hibernation every spring, mature andĀ ready to bloom where theyāve been planted in bygone yearsā¦ They brighten my hopes for the rest yet to come!
Wishing you a happy ramble with the bumblebees, rejoicing in the hope of springtimeā¦
–LS
āHe that goes forth weeping, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing bringing his sheaves with him.ā Ps.126:6
āā¦unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains aloneā¦ā Jn.12:24
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