Skip to main content

New Growth

    Hey, everyone. Glad you could stop by. I was in the back 'yard' and noticed the new growth on some of the trees and bushes. It seems to be extraordinarily long this year. The reason for this is because we have just seen the end of a drought that has spanned 7 years. A lot of wells had gone dry in the area. Creeks had gone dry. Many plants, grass, flowers and trees had died. Now it is spring and life returns. This particular tree has a spurt of new growth that is about three feet long.
    I think that people are similar to plants in many ways. We think that we are never going to get out of the rut we are in or the problem we are in. We fail to recognize the seasons of life. The very young and the very old, in particular, fret when we don't see progress. The very young fret because, #1 When you are young, time seems to drag by and #2 Because young people are impatient, with the energy of youth almost demanding action in each phase of their life.
    Very old people also fret over periods when growth can not be seen. The reason for this is because they know full well that their time is limited. To see no progress in finances, personal growth, relationships or other things really chafes these people like tight underwear.
     Waiting on the drought to end is difficult but it is really sweet when the rains return. The rains of finances, blessings, health, friends, good luck and peace. Of course, nothing brings hope better than a good dose of spring weather. Oh, on the picture, the new growth is the red stem.
    From the author's green (and red) retreat, I'm CE Wills.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The White Chicken Mystery

    The other night I happened to come home very late. It was the middle of the night and I was driving up a steep mountain road. Near the top I saw something white in my headlights. It was standing in the other lane, standing very still. It was a large white chicken. It was probably a rooster because I thought I could see his comb as I whizzed by at my customary pace. He never moved a muscle. This is weird, don't you think?      After a couple of days to consider this phenomenon, I have come up with some plausible answers for his bizarre behavior. 1. He was conflicted whether or not he should cross the road. 2. He was feeling cocky and decided to play chicken with the traffic. 3.He was being hen-pecked at home and had decided to end it all. 4. Someone had egged him on to do it. 5. He had just watched the movie Fantastic Four and decided to try to stop a truck the way that Ben Grimm did on the bridge. 6. He had driven himself crazy wondering if ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Egg Art

     Hey, everyone. One of the odd customs in America is the Easter Egg Hunt. Here at the Green Retreat, we do a hunt every Spring. I just ran across some of the pictures from this years hunt and it is obvious that an artist had sneaked into our midst. The orange egg is a rendering of one of the Angry Birds of gaming lore. If I were a bird and had to pass an egg that size, I would be angry too. Ha, ha.      We typically will dye about 10 dozen eggs and people get quite creative with their quotes and colors, as you can see. Many of the eggs are a bit risque for these pages. After having a few laughs, we hide the eggs. All of them are never found, which is cool. It is amusing to see old men (me) and all ages of folks, walking around with a basket on their arm. Some of the hiding spots are dastardly. Like eggs hidden in the guttering downspouts and ten foot up a tree. The kids are perhaps the most devious at hiding the colorful orbs, goi...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Biscuit

    Hey, everyone. What a relief that Christmas is over, huh? I don't think it was meant to be the way it is.     I started thinking about the so-called good 'ole days today. My wife says that at her house, they would take a left-over biscuit and shine their shoes before church. I one-upped her by saying, "Oh, yeah? I ate the biscuit when everyone got finished with it. And I was grateful for it." Truly, though, you can and people did, shine their shoes with a biscuit. Hey, they were greasy little buggers.     Speaking of greasy little buggers, I remember when everyone had wells and were very conservative about water, particularly those of us who had to crank a handle up and down to get a bucket of water. There was no daily bath. (No showers in those days, mate.) About twice a week we took a bath and here's the recipe: The oldest kid took a bath first, then the next oldest etc. You can see why younger siblings hated the older. Bathing in the...
Post a Comment
Read more