Someday in September I won’t be so glum. It hits me around this time every year as everything in the garden is dying.
I look out my kitchen window at the wilted and black stems and the herbs that need cutting before the first frost. I have cucumbers and tomatoes still, but I can feel the death in the garden. Yes, it is the same feeling I get around this time every year. Have I mowed the grass for the last time? All I can think of is winter looming.
I cannot enjoy the sunny, blustery September days because I am thinking of the cold that is coming. And I am wondering when the leaves start falling? Thinking that if it is warm this weekend I should clean up the yard for winter. I will be glad that I did, come spring.
And every year around this time, I think this is the year that I will plant bulbs. Some years I have even gone so far as to buy Tulips and Daffodils bulbs then I procrastinate, setting them in the garage for “a while.” Blubs in Wisconsin have to get in the ground before the ground gets frozen hard, so I have months to ponder it, and the truth known already.
I won’t do it.
I think it is mostly because I haven’t the faith to believe that Spring will come.
But it does.
Oh that I had the faith required today to plant. To wait. To believe in spring.
Therefore the Lord waits
to be gracious to you, and therefore
he exalts himself to show mercy to you.
For the Lord is a God of justice;
blessed are all those
who wait for him.
This is what got me inspired, after having a gloomy wretched day. I read about hope from Ann Voscamp. Thank you Ann.