Snowdrops
and crocuses
and daffodils
and hyacinths
and tulips
and …
I love them all, those bulb flowers.
They herald spring before the calendar, bringing color to our landscapes before the grass is barely awake. Some (hyacinths) provide scents that make our insides smile. They bring smiles to our faces. They provide hope, for they, in all of their colorful beauty, emerge from their dark, cold winter grave with spectacular life, purpose.
Solomon in all his glory
Now if only they would last a bit longer!
The thing is we plant them in the ground at the end of the growing season (mostly). There they sit, in the Earth, dark and cool. They are lulled to sleep by the lowing temperatures, Then, without a will within their bulbs, they simply begin to grow, up through the soil. Fed by the light they continue growing, adding leaves and, eventually, flowers.
They just do what they are supposed to do and their beauty is jaw-dropping.
“See how the flowers (the lilies, the tulips, the daffodils) of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:28-34
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