Seasons In Time

It is written that for everything there is a season.

Much like we have four seasons brought to us by Mother Nature. In all her infinite wisdom.

As soon as January rolls around, I will often be standing at the French doors thinking about my spring garden. I usually start working in earnest around April 15. Typically there are no more freezes after that.

But I stand there now and I can see last year’s plentiful beauty in my mind.

Sometimes, after everything is planted, around May or so, I sit out in one of the wicker chairs. And enjoy seeing the fruits of my labor. Watching the flowers beginning to open up and bloom.

Flowers and herbs. Fountain grasses and container trees.

With every garden season there is rebirth.

Fussing over the plants much like we would a newborn baby. Worrying over sun exposure and whether a plant is too far in the shade under the tree.

But for now my little Christmas tree shines brightly. That is the season at this very moment.

Soon I will take it down and put it back in its box to put in the closet. Until it is time to bring it out again. In the next cold and wintry season.

In a few months’ time, it will soon be replaced by the burgeoning of green pushing through the earth.

One of my happiest times is walking around the patio staring down at the ground. Looking for tiny tips of green showing through the dirt.

And when I see that hint of life it is like someone giving me a gift, I am so overjoyed. It is a gift courtesy of Mother Nature. Who has cared for these plants under the earth until it’s time to let them reign free.

Like fledgling baby birds learning to fly. There will be a time for that as well.

My spirituality is not felt in a church. It is sitting among my plants, feeling ever so peaceful. Or walking in a park where there are plenty of trees and birds and squirrels.

With my camera close at hand to capture intensely sweet moments that softly speak to me.

Nature is a balm for my soul. I hope it is for you as well.

Have a happy and merry Christmas Eve.

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  1. Merry Christmas to you, Charlie and Ivy. Nature is calming for me too. We use to live on 20 acres with deer, turkey, foxes etc and it was wonderful. We downsized so we don’t see as much wildlife any longer. Your tree with all gold ornaments is beautiful and perfect in the spot where you put it. I have a friend who does her tree in all gold and red ornaments. I love seeing a color coordinated tree as it appeals to my sense of order and is restful to the eye.

  2. Merry Christmas my dear friend. I feel SS we’ve known each other for years since I first started with you in Texas💕. Your gift of writing never ceases to amaze me and give me such comfort💓. I live at the base of the Santa Susana mountains here west of Los Angeles and I feel such a calmness looking up in the hills in the morning, especially when the fog surrounds them in a beautiful mist💞. Enjoy your babies and that beautiful tree. Merry Christmas
    💚❤️💚❤️ Annette

  3. Hi Brenda ,,,,, 🌲
    Your tree looks lovely!
    Very sparkly 🌟
    As always, holiday post is beautifully said. I always like thinking in terms of “mother nature.” Makes sense!
    Enjoy Christmas in your very cozy house with Charlie & Ivy!

  4. Beautifully said, Brenda. It also makes me think of the seasons of life-new birth, full blown bloom and then the fading with age. I am happy with any stage I am in! Merry Christmas. Diana

  5. Merry Christmas! I found your blog a few months ago and it has been one of the hight points of the pandemic for me. Appreciate your calm presence, your love for your pets, and beautiful views of our world. Thanks for being here!

  6. PS – I saw your previous post about music. That Laura Sullivan album is on Spotify, which I subscribe to. So I put it on my playlist. Just listened to a little bit of it and it’s beautiful.

  7. Your Christmas tree is so pretty. Ivy doesn’t try to knock down the decorations?

    Like you, one of my favorite times of the year is spring when shoots are coming out of the ground. It never fails to thrill me, year after year. I didn’t used to be this way. It happened more as I got older. I think we slow down and notice these little miracles as we age.

    Also, like you, my spirituality is not felt in a church. I have always felt closest to God/The Universe when I’m out in the middle of nature alone. The State Park by my house is my favorite nearby place to feel that. I can still clearly remember being in England in 2000. I was somewhere where all I could see was brilliantly green rolling land and hills and it was so surreal and breathtaking, that it almost brought me to my knees. I ended up in tears.

    Happy Christmas to you, Charlie and Ivy, your daughters and grandchildren.

  8. Merry Christmas Brenda, Charlie and Ivy!
    Enjoy your cozy and comfy home as you ponder and daydream about the things that bring joy into your heart.

    Holiday Hugs,
    Darlene and Cooper

  9. The daffodils bloom here in Dallas in late January some times.
    “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”
    Brenda you have more faith than you to recognize. You described this verse from Ecclesiastes well and how you have applied it in your life.

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