The blooming of plants each spring is a bit like magic to me. Everything looks dead. Twigs stick out from the ground, bare-barked and dark in color, with dried crusty leaves crowded around their bases. When my mom was a child (I like to think of her as “Claudia, the Island Girl” because she was from Key Biscayne, FL), she wondered why folks left all those dead trees standing, why they didn’t just cut them all down! Apparently when you grow up in tropical climes you have no understanding of the miracle of spring. The miracle is clear: dead branches start sprouting green buds. Though they once appeared lifeless on the outside, my beloved variegated dogwood and viburnum contain, deep within their core, life.
How seasonally fitting that we celebrate Easter, the resurrection from death to life of our Savior, in the spring.
10 Comments
Craig Apr 3, 2007 7:38 PM
“A shrubbery!” (name that movie)
RT Apr 4, 2007 9:25 AM
I couldn’t do it without internet help… Anyone else know the answer??
Bethany Apr 4, 2007 10:21 PM
Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
“A nice one! Not too expensive.”
RT Apr 5, 2007 8:13 AM
Yup, we were just waiting for B to win this game. You didn’t let us down, friend — 10 points for you!
adam Apr 5, 2007 9:29 AM
I didn’t comment because I assumed everyone knew this movie.
“Help, help! I’m being repressed!”
Jeremy Apr 5, 2007 9:40 AM
Nope. Just you fleet phat folk.
RT Apr 5, 2007 4:14 PM
What does that mean, JT???
Jeremy Apr 5, 2007 4:20 PM
“Fleet phat folk” a.k.a “Quick (as in quick-witted) hip people.”
adam Apr 6, 2007 10:28 AM
“We are the knights who say…. …NEE!”
adam Apr 6, 2007 10:29 AM
“Some call me… Tim?”