November ~
Sometimes you just need a quiet day with a bit of color.
Or is it Fall ~
The leaves are falling and carpeting the ground with color.
It was so hard this year, with Summer's heat and no rain.
My little orchard suffered some and it was a lot of work.
There wasn't any fruit this year.
Sometimes it's like that ~
But Ahhh - Autumn ~
Preparing for a much-needed rest.
Not just for my little orchard - for me too.
Even the Lord took time to rest.
This is a good spot to take a rest - now where is that chair ~
I planted seeds, and seeds dropped from the birds too.
And God said, "Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind, on the earth." And it was so. The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. And there was evening and there was morning, the third day. Genesis 1:11-13 ESV
Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. James 5:7 NIV
Your limbs are like an orchard of pomegranates and all the best fruit. It is filled with flowers and nard. It also has saffron, calamus and cinnamon. It is filled with trees of incense, myrrh and aloes- all the best spices. Song of Solomon 4:13-14 ICB
His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping in sweet smelling myrrh. Song of Solomon 5:13 NMVB
"And this shall be the sign for you: this year you shall eat what grows of itself, and in the second year what springs from that. Then in the third year sow and reap, and plant vineyards, and eat their fruit." Isaiah 37:30 EVS
One Day and This Day Will Come
God's Garden
God made a beauteous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: "To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end."
Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the pathway
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt'ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of av'rice
That poison blood and bone;
And far off may wandered,
And when life's night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.
O, cease to heed the glamour
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the glitter
Of stars in God's clear skies..
Their ways are pure and harmless
And will not lead astry,
Bid aid your erring footsteps
To keep the narrow way
And when the sun shines brightly
Tend flowers that God has given
And keep the pathway open
That leads you on to heaven.
Robert Frost
written around 1890
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