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.