New garden catalogs are arriving in my mailbox brimming with endless possibilities, my eyes drinking in the bounty that could await me. Realizing before you know it sunshine and warm breezes will replace this bitter cold as it bows to a new season. With each turn of the glossy pages I’m practically able to taste the juicy vine ripe tomatoes, fresh basil and sweet strawberries some of our favorites.
Presently cold harsh winds swiftly blow over our barren and bleak garden that at the present moment lacks color and bounty, However as I examine these vibrant photos, curled up with a steaming cup of a tea and toasty quilt I’m reminded of the endowment presented in a tiny seed of promise. Hope planted in my heart not just for my lifeless gardens to one day flourish again, but an assurance that when bitter winds of adversity charge across my soul they will not stay forever. Winter will give way to spring and spring to summer carrying optimistic seeds of change. Gardens void and bare will rally to natures gentle nudge bursting forth in all their glory,while winter’s severity will become a mere memory. So, it is with our heartaches they too shall mellow with time, and we will not only survive but thrive with spring in our hearts once more.
“Grant me, O God , the power to see in every rose, eternity. In every bud , the coming day; In every snow the promised May; In every storm the legacy of rainbows smiling down on me!” …Virginia Wuerfel
“The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.” Isaiah 35:1