Feeling fruit-less , dry and unproductive. Scratching my head…because it doesn’t seem so long since I was in the thick of a wonderfully fruitful time.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself – we’re not meant to blossom continuously.
(Maybe I am a bi-annual J )
Yet I feel spiky, barren, and dry. Like a thorny rose busy after pruning. Ugly and bare…shrivelled fruit clinging to the last of the branches.
He is the Vine and I am the branch. Have I been abiding?
Yes, but it has been a wintry time.
Plants go through seasons just like we do. Autumn is a time when roses flourish. Then they head into winter. Dormant. A time to prune, cut back and rest. It seems like nothing is happening, but resting IS fruitful. Being quiet; hunkering down; conserving energy before a new season of output.
And then, in preparation for the next surge of energy, a generous dose of fertiliser makes all the difference.
Those little pellets don’t look like much, scattered on the bare earth…but as the water soaks deep, the roots will absorb that goodness and it will make all the difference to the coming season.
Thinking ahead, I suspect I need a handful of fertiliser to replenish and keep me going…fruitful for the long haul. It’s time for a family holiday. To change the scenery and go up north to the warmth and the water.
Going camping gets you back to basics. It’s simple and grounding.
(Well…kind of simple with only four children to take this time.)
I want to be ready to come back and re-invent the wheel. I think our whole family needs a time of refreshing and a revamp.
It’s high time for an adventure.