Pussy Willows

pussy willows over water / rejoicing hillsIs there any first sign of springtime so welcome as the pussy willows?  Probably not—-unless it’s when they leave off their soft kitten grays and make happy polka dots of chartreuse all over the lowlands, ditches and swamps:fuzzy catkins / rejoicing hillsPussy willows are only the beginning;  color and life is exploding everywhere we look these days.  Spring is winning thousands of small and miraculous victories over winter, and the ice and snow is forgotten as all the glorious flowers and leaves burst forth.  Life conquers over death, again.

“Death is swallowed up in victory.  O death, where is thy sting?  O grave, where is thy victory?”  (1 Corinthians 15:54-55)

Spring Snowstorm

hyacinths in the snow / rejoicing hills“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there without watering the earth and making it bear and sprout, and furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater;  So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth;  it will not return to Me empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.”  (Isaiah 55:10-11)

The hyacinths in my garden are undaunted by a sudden spring snowstorm.  Actually they seem rather happy about it.  While I may be impatient at the delay this cold snap puts on the coming flowers, they know that the snow brings the moisture and nutrients they need to make those flower buds swell and burst open. Brave little flowers-to-be, content with the Creator’s timing!

Stay tuned for the sequel!