We spent a full day in the garden this week. First time this year. There has been the occasional hour earlier in the year, raking leaves mainly – but this week was the lawn. So much moss! Barrowloads. Grass cuttings. More barrowloads. And our aching bodies finally limped back indoors at gone 8pm.
Seasons. Most people I know prefer Spring. I do. Daffodils, crocuses, celandine, hyacinths, flowering currant, forsythia and so many more. And in May, my number one favourite, the fragrance of hawthorn blossom, will fill the air.
Summer will soon be here, with usual unpredictability no doubt, but days on the beach, and garden barbecues.
Autumn is not my favourite season, though trees are colourful and beautiful. And the musty scent of shed leaves underfoot evokes nostalgic memories of childhood walks at that time of year.
I love snow, and have found recent winters disappointing. Until this year.
‘As long as the earth endures, seed time and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, will never cease’. Genesis 8:22.
That’s a promise. Another is that Jesus will return. Yet another is that judgement will follow. Then a whole new chapter for the forgiven. The forgiven? Well, my Bible tells me that ‘the good’ just ain’t good enough. So it has to be the forgiven.
In the meantime, let’s enjoy the seasons.