Bees busily fulfill their assignments, buzzing from blossom to blossom. They hover, hesitate and complete their responsibility. The promise of fruit is in every hovering hesitation. The world is being prepared for the God-painted mural of living grandeur in the coming weeks. Ever emerging, the tulip will dazzle in brightness, lilacs will share her purple and fragrance, and Hosta with varied greens and delicate blossoms are presented from Heaven’s palate of beauty.
Tucked away in a remote section of the Older Testament, Solomon observed.
the season of singing has come,
The cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
The blossoming vines spread their fragrance. (Song of Solomon 2:12-13)
Before dawn birds promise a day of beauty, like "the cooing of doves," they echo from ornamental Firethorns and soaring pines. They trill songs to the joys of morning light, growing days and promise of another view of God’s kaleidoscopic beauty.
What would the world be without flowers? A world without a compelling evidence of a creative God! Small seedlings of head lettuce, broccoli and Brussel sprouts await transplanting. Carrot, beet and radish seeds will be drizzled into the soil, all for their food value. Though each displays a beauty of its own, flowers seem to exist only for their beauty!
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