"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens..." ... Ecclesiastes 3:1
On Tuesday and Wednesday I prepared the playground for Winter.
"Playground?," you ask.
Yes, my backyard. The place where--in early Spring--I burst from the back door, grab a spade, and start digging. The place where tomato seedlings pop up from tomatoes I grew last year and where I do lots of 'sit-down-gardening', using my hand spade and tiny rake to gather leftover leaves which leeched good nutrients beneath Winter snow.
You know--garden play.
But now it's Autumn and tomorrow snow is promised. So I yanked up blackened tomato plants and churned yellow-brown leaves via the lawnmower (creating confetti). I moved the big lavender plant from the driveway then carried plastic windmills, terra cotta pots and the big sunflower dish to the garage.
Every moment brought happy past remembrances and an anticipation of new sunny morning adventures in 2018.
And yes, a tad bit of sadness, too. But hey! I reminded myself. "This is not Spring--and you can't go skipping seasons."
God likes to mix things up.
He created seasons to keep us relying upon Him, not our ruts.
He frowns upon our trying to skip uncomfortable seasons.
He realizes all seasons are necessary. That all grow our trust level.
He knows change brings growth, patience and beauty. If we accept it.
And I think finally this will be the Winter I don't sit at the windows wishing for Spring.
This year I truly want to do Winter well, for I've moaned through far too many others. May I slow my pace, read, bask and create within the Inside Playground where I must choose play of a different kind. And may I welcome that challenge, find new solutions, rather than wish all discomfort away.
Go skipping an uncomfortable season and we'll have avoided some necessary personal growth. And someday we'll have to go back--and learn the lesson well before we can continue.
Choices made today will help create our tomorrows--for good or for bad.
Our across-the-street neighbors recently bought the old light-green house kitty-corner from us. I watched the first strokes of dark grey paint being brushed on and thought,"Ew! I hope that's just the primer."
But you know? As each wall was completed, then the trim, I found myself liking the change.
Imagine that. Waiting until something was finished before I expressed an opinion aloud. What a novel idea. 😊
Speaking of creativity.... Does anyone remember when I wrote about the wonderful documentary called Amargosa which tells of the re-imagined theater in Death Valley?
Here's a short youtube video/trailer about the so-creative woman who followed her dreams.
And here's the entire documentary which you can rent for .99 cents.
For years, Marta Becket's incredible art has often been the nudge I needed to stop being all half-enough-is-good-enough, especially during long, cold Winters. What an inspiration she was!