Day 35: Spring

There was a switch in the air today. It felt official.  Spring is here to stay.  

All the way back in early February the first blossom on my peach tree burst open.  Every year I watch for it.  Some years it opens as early as early January.  Some as late as Valentines day.  That blossom is my sign post for spring garden chores.  It is also my hope when I feel like winter will never end. That brave little blossom in the rain and cold,  fierce on its little branch. 

In March,  I was pulling weeds and preparing my soil. Grass had grown. The hills were starting to green.  But trees were still bare.  Gardens still ghostly winter shells of themselves. But closer look I could see swollen buds on trees and bushes and garden plants.

Spring exploded into view while I was away during spring break last week. Leaves unfurled and fanned out to fill size. Flowers burst open.  Life could be held back no longer.  

In the darkness of a tomb, the first blossom of the re-creation. Verses in the new testament often call Jesus the firstborn of the resurrected.  Early January in the darkness of the world Jesus brought forth spring.  Sometimes the dark is so dark,  and yet I have my eyes on Jesus. The hope of spring to come. 

The world still looks like Narnia.  Always winter.  But spring has started.  The thaw has begun. If we look close,  we can see the swollen buds. 

And one day the full glory of re-creation will burst forth and life will be held back no longer. 

Easter is coming.