Then, JOY, it is all like Lazarus–alive again! We walk around the yard giddy, looking for green. It is a study done in time-lapse–every day we find more life opening up to the warm.
After the tiny leaves, we see the flowers. The cycle edges forward, sure as the earth spins and turns.
“Someday, those are all gonna be blueberries. And those are gonna be apples. I love that stuff,” she declares, Littlest One who will be half past six next week.
It is the harvest hope. Waiting again.
Blueberries, apples, winter, summer, little girls that turn into bigger girls–all of it is His and teaches us of Him.
“What you sow does not come to life unless it dies.” Winter must come before spring, the flower before the fruit, and death before life.