Another Season

It was a particularly hard winter, like one we’ve never seen before and not just in terms of weather. The atmosphere was abnormally oppressive. In my nose to the grindstone existence, I forgot all about spring. I’m usually waiting anxiously for the tiniest bit of green to show, and that’s all it takes before I’m digging and pulling, raking and planting. I can’t wait to get into the garden. But this year I lost all track of time.

Then just like that, the wheel turned and the snow melted. The earth exhaled green while I was sleeping and I woke up surprised. Roses are blooming as if they’ve never been so happy to feel warm again and perhaps didn’t believe they ever would.

I’ve been wondering around pleasantly confused at the sudden change. I guess some part of me forgot spring would come again. Life is like that sometimes isn’t it? But the wheel always turns, spring into winter, winter to spring. No matter the circumstances, just wait around a little bit; The weather will change.

Our valet, the bell weather for our home is marking the occasion as well and I’m heading out to the garden.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every [a]purpose under heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.


There is a fine line between optimism and unrealistic expectations and it might be time to have a come to Jesus with my orange tree. This year he really bit off more than he can chew. What is he thinking anyway, with all these blossoms? Surely he recalls I always forget to water him in the hottest months of summer? Isn’t it hard enough to be an orange tree in a patio pot, in Texas? Come on now? He doesn’t really think he can follow through with this outrageous number of oranges does he? Last year he had maybe 20 blossoms and 4 oranges, so I’m not sure what to think of this change of heart.

Yesterday, like the orange tree last year, I was too tired to do anything but the minimum, so rolled out of bed threw on clothes as close to pajamas as I could get, barely ran a brush through my hair, then whined all the way to work, then again all the way home.

I’ve been staring at the orange tree off and on for a few days now and scratching my head. Shoot for the moon and land on a star I guess. So maybe 10 oranges come out of the 500 blossoms on this tiny tree. I guess thats 6 more than last year, so I suppose he’s onto something.

I woke up this morning and painted my stubby fingernails in a burst of optimism myself. Why today, with no evidence to believe its going to be any easier than yesterday? In fact you look at my work schedule comparatively, its quite the contrary. But today I woke up, with a new heart, exercised a bit, put a little extra time on my hair and clothes, and sat down to write before work, because the orange tree reminded me, you get out of your day what you put in.

Thank you Lord for the small things, the lessons you’ve taught me in the garden, and this unrealistic little orange tree.

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