Redbud—Precursor of Spring

“Sometimes all a winter-worn heart needs is the tiniest bud of a flower to hear the entire symphony of springtime break forth.”

c e hollis

I saw on the redbud outside my bedroom window a faint glimmer. Yes, I saw a dusty shimmer almost gray, almost dusty rose—a mildest pink tinge running along the branches. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe I only thought I saw the gleam of coming spring.

The daffodils are sprouted and blooming. The Lenten roses are up and open, the grass has begun to green ever so slightly. The creek out back is gurgling and the spring peepers make their chorus heard.

The swarms of red-winged blackbirds sweep and swirl and a wind comes from the south. It reminds me of the little nursery song. “Little breeze, from the south, you can sing though you have no mouth.”

A crocus slips out from between stripped leaves and peeks about. A rabbit sits in the sun by the brick wall gathering in some sunshiny notes for the still cool evenings and nightfall.

A red-tailed hawk sits like a insulator on a telephone pole and watches for a field mouse or a small bird to lunch on. The cows are happy with some green coming to their pasture and they laze along, heads down all day.

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In the late afternoon and falling evening, we sit on the porch swing wearing our jackets and with a blanket to guard against the chill and we listen to the tree-frogs croak and watch the wind blow in the treetops. Cardinals in the oak and sycamore trees scold that we are too close, but if we are still they will come to the feeders and eat the black oil sunflowers seeds.

So the seasons change again as God promised after the Great Flood and the earth’s new day. Spring, summer, autumn, winter do not fail. He has promised they will not cease as long as the earth endures.

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“While the earth remains,

Seedtime and harvest,

And cold and heat,

And summer and winter,

And day and night

Shall not cease.

Genesis 8:22 NASB

IT’S NOT JUST A PINKY PROMISE:

IT’S A PROMISE FROM THE LIVING GOD!