I’m fascinated by the corn this year. I watched as the rich brown mother earth opened its womb and embraced the seeds, protecting them and nourishing them. I saw the tender shoots peek out and grow into little green toddlers, then teens, and now towering mature adults. They are time tanned, dried and brittle, and now cradle their own children. They wait for the coming harvest, when–in the cutting, stripping, and chopping–they will give up their young. And then return to the soil to nourish another generation.
Soon even the trees will be stripped, some storm tossed and broken. Prepared for rest.
It’s the season of change.
Even now the wind steals leaves and whips them into little tornadoes that swirl and snuggle the moss roses and shrubs–winter blankets. Branches click and cackle, and a mourning dove seems mesmerized by spinning water.
And I, who cradled and fed one generation, hold the next in my arms as we watch the changes through the window.
And I’m reminded that my own harvest is not far off.
Seasons and cycles.
Dust to dust.
Life.
Linking up with Cassandra Frear at Moonboat Cafe as we contemplate views from our windows.
The gran-baby pic is awesome.
Slightly sweaty. Guess I held her too much. 🙂
and the seasons turn and turn again
yet He meets us in each one.
He is here in your words too, sweet friend!
🙂
Beautiful reflections…
“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.” – Emily Dickinson
While it’s still our season, lets live as His people!
Amen, and I love that quote. So glad you posted it!
Generation to generation–beautiful analogy and pictures. Much to think about. Thanks…
Thanks, Kenda.
Poignant words, Sandra. Thanks for this. 🙂
And in the yielding, there is peace.
there’s almost a sadness in this truth …
Yes. And joy.
Hey, Sandra! Awesome words! Certainly a dry season in many places but there is the hope of spring rains. Always hope, in any season. Loved it! Blessings…:D
Always hope. Thanks, sweet Lynn.
Our seasons keep going, don’t they. I have probably asked this before, but you are a grandmother? You look so young!
So Terri, you are my favorite today! I’m opening my calculator.
Figure. Figure. Subtract.
I’m 61-1/2 plus. I was 36 when we adopted our daughter (as a newborn) and 39 when we adopted our son (at 6 months.) Our daughter became a single mom at age 17 and again this year (at age 25.) So I have an almost 8-year-old (next month) grandgirl and a 3-1/2-month-old grandgirl.
And I’m sending you a great big hug because you’ve made my day! 😀