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Spring Brings Time to Begin Again

June 4, 2021

Spring. Time to begin again. I know it’s June, but I’m just now doing some of the maintenance my flower beds have needed since the beginning of spring. I’m not sure why I put it off. It’s always a peaceful, rewarding job.

In April, my lilacs were budding profusely from the warm, wet weather in March. Then, unexpectedly, our area suffered four nights of frost. The temperature plummeted to 20 degrees.

After a four day hard freeze in my area, the lilacs began again to bloom. I couldn't believe their beauty.
Lilacs in full bloom after a four day freeze to their buds.
A beautiful white peony the size of my hand.
The peonies were the biggest I’ve ever seen on my plants.

I was worried about my lilacs, and my peonies – fearing their buds would no longer bloom.  But when the weather warmed back up again, these hardy perennials bloomed brighter than ever before. I was astounded at their tenacity and their beauty.

But while I wasn’t paying attention, my beautiful rose bush in the front yard died.

It hadn’t turned green with leaves nor buds when the frost came – but evidently it was preparing to do so. The freeze took its life.

I’ve put off cutting it down, partially because I’ve been distracted by other things in my life, but mostly because it’s so discouraging. It was so beautiful last year.

Today, I finally decided to start the job. I trimmed the dead wood out of it’s neighboring smaller rose bushes, until I had no more excuses. One by one I cut off big branches of dead wood, until suddenly I uncovered two tiny sprigs of life coming from the base of the plant. Carefully cutting away all of the lifeless branches, I made way for the new life which struggled to begin again.

Small new growth on the base of a dead rose bush.
It’s going to begin again, after all!

What a joy it was to see the hope of the future.

As I often do, I came back inside contemplating the lessons of nature.

Some of us only paused during the pandemic. We worried about whether we’d make it through, but when it was over, we resumed blooming, brighter than ever before.

But some of us suffered greatly while no one watched.

There’s hope dear one. You have a Master Gardener who is not neglectful like me! He saw you and heard your cries. Jesus  knows all your needs. He will patiently help you begin again. Don’t give up.

Jesus, our Messiah, came to bring new life.

“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners.” Isaiah 61:1

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