Saturday, March 29, 2014 — I sit and look out the window this evening at grass that is turning a beautiful green. I can see some flowers in bloom and others that are in bud. The Bradford pear trees in our neighborhood are in full bloom. The redbud trees are starting to show a little color. I have finally seen some forsythia blooming.
Our saucer magnolia has some beautiful blossoms. Is it really going to happen? Is spring finally going to make an appearance?
My wife and I worked in the yard last weekend trying to prepare for spring. Our butterfly bushes have become so big that I have to use a chainsaw to cut them back. We also cut back some other bushes and started the process of getting our yard ready for spring’s arrival.
We have some big projects we hope to work on this year, including putting in at least one more flower bed. I want to continue adding some raised beds for the vegetables. It sure is nice to dream about the possibilities in the yard.
Soon we will be heading to garden centers to find some new treasures for our yard. I look forward to working the soil even though we have to deal with this Carolina orange clay. We are good at making things grow around here and I find the work meaningful and enjoyable. Some people I know wonder if I will continue to enjoy the work when I get older, but I think I will. I know a number of men who thoroughly enjoy making things grow in their vegetable and flower gardens.
My daily devotions have taken me into the world of Ecclesiastes. I grew weary of reading his “meaningless” observations on life. This morning I told the Lord I was going to skip ahead or maybe even out of the book and find something more meaningful to read. As I was about to turn the page I got a gentle but firm nudge to keep reading. I wanted to ignore it so I could find something more encouraging to read. Instead I chose to be obedient and press on through all the writer’s “meaningless” observations.
Then I discovered in chapter nine something that made me smile. T