And the bulbs I buried in the dirt send up green leaves and a stalk stretching for the sky. Atop each, a bud forms and grows until it shows a hint of the color within. And, seemingly overnight, the flowers in my yard unfurl their petals in an explosion of color and fragrance. Hyacinths and dafodils. Tulips and lilies. Followed by the lilac bush and cherry blossoms. And the roses. Oh, the roses.
It’s a celebration long in the making.
Kinda like my life. I’m a wife, a mother, a legal researcher, a Bible study leader, a singer, a friend, and a writer. Each area is quietly growing behind the scenes. And then green shoots reach heavenward and buds form. My personal garden blooms in ways I could only have imagined during the dark days of winter when nothing seemed to be happening.
While I might be in the winter as a writer, slowly pounding out and polishing words in private, hints of spring are emerging. Positive comments from critique partners. Queries and proposals in the mail. Articles under consideration. Invitations to judge contests. Mentoring other writers. Semi-finals in another contest. Slowly the buds of hope grow.
Spring is coming and someday my writing garden will bloom anew.
(Update 2014: I’m taking a break this summer, but if you like this blog originally posted in 2010, you might enjoy Devotions From the Garden: Inspiration For Life.)
What about you? What is growing in your garden? Is anything blooming? Share, so we can celebate with you!