Many things we never think. For some reason I never think winter will come.
There could be a whole host of things here we never think about. Many things we never think. For some reason, I never think winter will come.
There it is out there for the world to know I’m a denier. I live through the cold and snow of the winter in January: Job 37:6 For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of his strength. But I’m looking forward to March. I’m hopeful that March will bring an early spring.
In the past, I would start my garden plants in February because peppers take forever to sprout and emerge. The other plants don’t take so long, but it’s also about knowing myself. I know if I don’t get them started at the same time I just may not get the second batch started at all.
That gets me through February and into March. Even though March could come in and be nice it doesn’t usually happen. We are so close to April by March, and we know that ‘April showers bring May flowers’.
Of course, by May we’ve forgotten the lessons we learned the year before about cold weather and whatnot.
We spend the next few months wrangling with too much or too little rain, babying our plants that survived being started too early in February, hardened off then being thrust into the big world out there.
And through the short summer months and the even shorter autumn, I live like the proverbial grasshopper singing in the sunshine as if October doesn’t have our on the record first killing frost.
One day, I get up, and as my granny used to say, ‘lo and behold’ the ground is white and cold and it’s cold outside, and now I’m like Bambi. “What’s this?” And unlike Bambi and his friends, my friends and I are getting old enough we’re beginning to think maybe we don’t like this cold and snowy and skating across the ice thing.
But this is our home. Since I’ve called anywhere home I’ve called it home, and I always come back to it as if it is home. The winters are getting more difficult, but—I love the seasons. We know when the seasons change here in Iowa. There is a definite difference between spring and summer, autumn, and winter.
20 And Noah builded an altar unto the LORD; and took of every clean beast, and of every clean fowl, and offered burnt offerings on the altar.
21 And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man’s sake; for the imagination of man’s heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.
22 While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.