The Journey to Orthodoxy & gardening 27 Feb 2007 08:10 am
How Tia Licks Her Wounds.
It’s spring time in more ways that one around here.
Winter is a time of dormancy, of sleeping, of waiting. It’s often a time of pruning so that there is a better health. Interesting thing about the act of pruning: the healthy return sprouts in a new place, not the old. Unlike a starfish….cut it off, grow one back; starfish restore what’s been cut off….pruning means redirecting and ultimately can be a tremendously healthy thing. Life is better off for it, but that old growth will not revisit from whence it came.
And so that is where I am this morning. I’ve been pruned, I’ve pruned, there is a redirected health that is ready to explode forth in glorious color. This morning it is a bright day with a high blue sky and the birds are singing. I swear I hear one of them say at dawn, “put off the old, behold all things are new . and so I will.
My list today includes a heavy clothesline, an order for a new batch of chicks, names of plants and maps of where they will go, mopped floors, and a few open windows. I will paint fence posts that now have a bit more time to wait until they need to contain new birds and this is fine, even an improvement over the old plan, because we are no longer rushed and can do the best job in our own time.
If Winter is old and grey, Spring is new and alive, much as I am today. Seasons propel forward, not back, and moving on never felt so good.