In the spring the tulips and daffodils are show stoppers. After the barren scenery of winter, they attract attention. They get notices and praised. Spring is a good time to be a flower.
Then summer comes and the garden sets in with a variety of flowers. As the new ones bloom first for the season, they are noticed.
But by late summer the flowers sometimes look a little ragged. The bugs have feasted on the plants. The dry spells have taken their toll.
Then the autumn flowers begin. The mums, oh, the mums!
I reflect that the seasons of life are like that--barren, then joy filled, then bug eaten, then hopeful, then glorious, then quiet and hidden. It is not a straight line up or down. Life follows circles of up and down and joy and sorrow. If it were all joy, all beauty, how would we recognize or appreciate it?
Then summer comes and the garden sets in with a variety of flowers. As the new ones bloom first for the season, they are noticed.
But by late summer the flowers sometimes look a little ragged. The bugs have feasted on the plants. The dry spells have taken their toll.
Then the autumn flowers begin. The mums, oh, the mums!
I reflect that the seasons of life are like that--barren, then joy filled, then bug eaten, then hopeful, then glorious, then quiet and hidden. It is not a straight line up or down. Life follows circles of up and down and joy and sorrow. If it were all joy, all beauty, how would we recognize or appreciate it?