The Secret Garden
When we bought this home in November, everything was covered in brown leaves. There were still some flowers lingering. The air has warmed. Today, as I removed the dried winter, the green was beginning to rise. The contrast always produces a complete leap in my breath. To pull away the dead to see new life. How can that be?
I am discovering flowers and plants in the most wonderful places. I have had to cut back grasses over 7 feet tall. I have pruned 20 roses bushes, cut back crepe myrtle, discovered climbing trumpet vines.
I have learned that you don’t cut back hydrangea! They are big and beautiful and I have lingering flowers that tell me I have treasures in my own yard.
The rose bushes are amazing. They are huge. I have scratches on my arms from the pruning. But with that pruning will come bigger, more beautiful flowers.
I know it doesn’t look like much now. I am the husbandman. I am the pruner. I remove the dead so that new life can come. I cut back not in anger, but with tenderness and care.
The growth will come now. They will be stronger this year. And when the summer is hot and dry. The rains will come and they will be strong again. And when the fall winds howl, the roots will have gone deep. And when the winter is dark and the cold goes deep. Spring will always come. And the pruning…will be needed again.
Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.