Last fall I never did get around to putting the gardens to bed. Maybe it was just as well, we hardly had any snow all winter. I’ve convinced myself that all that dried mess was added protection for the perennials. Two weeks ago I couldn’t put it off any longer, protection or no, some green was beginning to push through.
Job 14:7 For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.
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After
The downside of leaving the cleanup until spring was all the growth had dried brittle over the winter. Pieces and leaves would break and crumble into bits too small to bother collecting. Perfectly fine to some extent, they hide the dandelions. What a difference a couple hours of dedicated effort can make.
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After
Shades of gray turn to colour
Dark of night breaks to dayIt’s a new day, it’s a new day
Shadows rise at the glory of the Son
It’s a new day, it’s a new day
The past has gone and life has just begun
Hillsong London — It’s A New Day
Look closely, there are the first sign of tulips, proof of spring.
