After spotting crocuses blooming, we had a skiff of snow, and I'm glad for more winter. We need the cold, dormant season ... Lent also echoes the darkness of winter in the garden.
Even though I know the value of winter, and the importance of the quiet season of waiting, I sometimes wrestle with waiting in my soul.
Dropping dead-looking bulbs into deep holes is the ultimate plant-it-forward activity. While all the potential for life and beauty are in the bulb, some bulbs look like dead lumps of dirt. Our soul work is often like the bulbs planted in the hidden places - when resilience springs forth unexpectedly, after a long season of waiting and faithful but unseen growth.