Once Upon A Wistful Morrow (demands full attention now)

Woods are reinvigorated

Garbed in nature’s purest hues...

In Ontario we are in the thick of that swift and sacred planting season!

Hard work but so worth it as seeds and seedlings start to grow!

This plot doesn't look like much yet 

but hopefully in a few months it will be a vibrant dahlia garden!

The deluge of rain on Saturday halted my work before I got the stone-paths done...

One thing every bloom has in common:

it was planted!

Proverbs 20:4

The slacker does not plow in season; 

at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.

It's that simple:

If we do not plant in planting season, 

there can be no goodly harvest

That is life's most solemn truth both literally and metaphorically!

Planting season is precious and fleeting!

Dear mothers, young parents, take heart as you till the soil of a tender soul!

Behold your sacred charge!

This is love's planting season!

Beyond the sweat and toil of tough love and training

waits the harvest!

And every day, entrust your cares

to your Heavenly Father 

who knows exactly what we need

and grants strength for the day.

No. There is no instant gratification

in planting.

It takes time and patience to grow a seed

to its full potential.

But, by the grace God gives,

endure!

Once-upon-a-wistful morrow

Brings no sweat upon the brow

Look; our feet stand on the furrow

Planting time is here and now

Sometimes as I admire someone's autumn garden

I will say, oh! I wish I would have remembered to plant

 such and such in the spring

but because I didn't I cannot harvest its fruit in the fall!

At almost 56 years old, I find myself in the autumn of life,

sometimes wishing for something I didn't plant in the 'spring',

but we look at the the spring of earth's season and are reminded of

a God of forgiveness and redemption

granting planting season once again! 

And we plant, even in the fall of life,

seeds for the harvest still to come! 

Woods are reinvigorated

Garbed in nature’s purest hues

Green in glory unabated

Saturates long-listless views

Once-upon-a-wistful-morrow

Demands full attention now

For dreams do not plant a furrow

Wishing does not push the plow

Morning spills momentous jewels

Awes us with mercies renewed

After slumber’s rest refuels

Diligence and gratitude

…and we beseech today’s Giver

For fresh fervor for life’s toil

For the field will soon deliver

Planting season’s foolproof spoil

Joy and sorrow’s measures mingle

Where birth’s showcase steals our breath

Where our zealous senses tingle

With the imminence of death

While we wonder at the favors

Of flower-font bound to fray

While we savor fleeting flavors

On earth’s bittersweet buffet

Where soon hues of first green languish

Where soon dues of planting chime

Where soon love and labour’s anguish

Turn to hues of harvest time

Once-upon-a-wistful morrow

Brings no sweat upon the brow

Look; our feet stand on the furrow

Planting time is here and now

© Janet Martin

Once upon a wistful morrow

this will be  flower garden!

Once upon a wistful morrow...

the planting dust will settle

 and

and they will be women and men