My Favorite Season

Golden Gardens Seattle    j.l. collins

Seattle view   j.l. collins

A soaring wide-winged bird circles the lemon colored trees on the horizon.

My eyes are drawn to the sight of flat-bottomed clouds stacked in the far off blue sky.

I’d much rather swoon over the bursting expanse of creation in my view, but paying attention to the road as the asphalt blurs by me like so much water takes some effort.
Plying the freeway as I head home in the afternoon sun is the task at hand.

Although I’m grateful for this explosion of life after the months of steel gray sticks against sullen skies, I’m beginning to change my mind about my favorite season--I think it might be winter.

The problem with all this chlorophyll-filled greenery exploding everywhere is it covers up the framework that holds it all in place.

There would be no bright beauty burgeoning the long limbs without all these very strong trunks and branches supporting life.

Its as if the leaves are like so much fluff and finery, unnecessarily adorning the bark-covered bones, the source of strength that holds them in place.

My life feels a bit like that–too much of too much–every spare moment is filled with Doing Something.

Not bad things, just more things…. that don’t really add to my life.

My heart and soul long for openness–open skies and open land, starting in my own backyard.

My life looks like my gardening bed….too crowded– and all I can think about is weeding out the unnecessaries to make room for the needful.

To leave some space to see better and hear better what my Heavenly Father is saying and doing.

Strike that–not weeding out (weeds are undesirable, invasive) but thinning out.
Making room for growth by pulling up all that crowds it out.

I’ll take the Spring and Summer….but really, Winter is my favorite season.

I can see so much better.
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