To have patience.
To lie in wait.
This autumn magnolia tree already has it’s buds ready for next spring. Why does this happen? The tree’s buds are encased in a heavy fur scale, Soft on the outside with little silver hairs and extremely hard underneath protecting the tender bud.
But why are we seeing buds in autumn? It’s not spring yet.
Yes, that’s correct. Think about the beauty in this design…..take a moment and fall in love with it.
Long nights trigger the tree to stop growth and food production. The tree loses its leaves, the energy factory. The tree is dormant all winter. Then when spring arrives, the ground is still frozen. How can the tree draw up water for production? After dormancy, the tree has no leaves. Where can the tree get energy to produce buds?
Because the tree produced the bud in late summer and designed a hard shell to protect it, it’s ready to explode in spring. They’re like little energy packets ready to go.
Isn’t that amazing?
Something we learn in grade school still takes my breath away. I hope I never cease to be amazed by nature.
Buds at rest.
Neighbor’s magnolia tree.
The way nature can lie in wait, teaches me patience. I fail often with patience because I have this illusion of control. Many times instead of waiting, I take over, thinking I am in control. Maybe waiting is most beneficial thing to do?
Do you have an amazing aspect of nature you can share? Something that still takes your breath away?
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Sitting before the clearing
distant autumn trees array like wallpaper.
along with my thoughts.
Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger.
A heavy idle.
As darkness falls
taunting me with should have dones.
Agony makes warfare.
I ask the Light for help.
I whisper back to the clearing….
the fog recedes.
Peace as an infantry
Agony has no chance.
Serenity swells my heart
there is no more room for fog.
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Overcast, windy, rain.
A hawk cry rings out under the heavy damp air.
A red squirrel sits to peel the outer layer of a nut, unaffected by the rain.
An intruder approaches… another red squirrel. This invasion results in a quick chase around the tree and an angry fast flicker of the tail.
The intruder flees.
The steady hard rain wont deter the red squirrel nor will it deter me, the lover of nature in all weather, as I watch in wonder.
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And so it begins…
Time cannot be undone.
And the leaves cannot go back on the trees.
But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts.
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On the advice of a Dove Candy wrapper (sea salt caramel & dark chocolate), I got lost on purpose….
Swallows dance above Crabapple Lake. Even though it is an overcast day, I can still see their shadow on the surface of the lake as they swoop within an inch of the water.
The wind pushes northward and along with it, a single cottonwood seed, floating in slow motion above my head.
The crabapple trees look thin. One looks as if it has changed prematurely, a brilliant red for autumn. But on closer inspection, half the tree has lost all it’s leaves and the only thing that remain are the brilliant little crabapples dangling in clusters.
The mighty oaks across the lake stand firm. Strong, thick, and firm.
How does one strengthen their faith as strong as the mighty oaks on Crabapple Lake?
By denouncing emotions and relying on the Word instead….
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You. Isaiah 26:3
The brilliant red crabapple tree
Bumble bee on goldenrod
Here’s wishing you many happy adventures when we get lost on purpose.
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