A time to plant

Unless one walks through the neighborhood asleep, season’s progression is obvious. The changes may be subtle, yet always evident.

As Spring ages, grass richens to a slightly darker shade of green, tree buds, that from a distance seemed tinged orange, eventually shed that husk revealing pale yellow new growth.

Some rusty lilac buds have already burst to purple. Fiddle head ferns have pushed themselves up through warming soil. Violets and trout lilies carpet the forest floor. Dandelions seem determined to overwhelm green meadows with yellow, but, this too shall pass.

Humans, who benefit from paying attention to such things, punctuate seasons by plowing, harrowing, and sowing. Indeed, “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity…”

One realizes as they awaken that nature can always be trusted to prompt us to behaviours appropriate to time, circumstance, and season.