The Work and Cultivation of Spring

On the second or third day of spring last week, I stepped into our backyard to survey the melting snow and grass turning green from its winter dormancy. On the north side of our home, the lawn is in the shade of the house so snow from months ago is just now melting.

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I looked at blackened Aspen leaves that weren’t raked up before the first snow of autumn last year. I walked through our dead kitchen garden that we were unable to winterize because of Frank’s visit to the ICU and subsequent recovery during the week we had planned on cleaning. I looked at seed pods and small branches that litter our yard from various wind and snowstorms. We have a lot of work to do in the next months before planting.

I’m reminded of the seasonal imagery I love so much. This past winter, I’ve been spending time reading and learning. Seeds are being planted and cultivated. I know that it takes time before I’ll see the fruits of these classes and experiences. In some ways, I love this season of quiet and growth. In other ways, I’m antsy to see what has taken root, what will grow from these experiences.

After walking around our disheveled yard, I’m also reminded that a seed isn’t planted and then suddenly grows on its own. Gardening takes work and cultivation. Dead growth needs to be cleared, the compost needs to be turned, the debris of winter raked and mulched.

I’d love to wake up on the first day of spring, look out the window, and see bulbs popping up and a ready-to-enjoy garden inviting me outside. I forget that getting our garden ready for spring takes a lot of effort. After a winter of quiet and rest, there’s a lot of work in the spring to get ready for summer.

I still have a lot of learning and unlearning to do on this journey. As much as I wish my own life’s season were as orderly and predictable as nature’s I’m learning that I can bounce from winter back to fall and skip to summer. And then there are the seasons that are specific to our own family and region – tax season and mud season and birthday season. (I love Addie Zierman’s thoughts on those other seasons: Break-Up, Freeze-Up and Other Understated Seasons.)

But I feel myself emerging from the quiet learning of winter. I’m ready to start raking and sorting and doing the work. While I’m in the garden, I’m able to imagine what I want to add or try each new season. Without spending the time doing the work, my imagination isn’t sparked in the same way it is as I’m actively pulling and cleaning.

I still have a lot of processing to do and I’m still holding my learning closely. But I love feeling the stirring of spring, the eagerness to sort out these ideas, and the energy to start cleaning up and preparing for the harvest.

What are you cultivating? What do you need to clean as you prepare for a season of harvest?

7 thoughts on “The Work and Cultivation of Spring

  1. Love the warmth and wisdom here, Annie The metaphor of the hard work in preparing for spring is well-developed.

    My life has just one place and time,
    and that is hell’s own season.
    But distant bells give happy chime,
    and I think I know the reason.
    The horror of malignancy
    is the compost in the soil
    that raises a severe majesty
    of a bloom that need not toil.
    My life is like the field-blown lilies,
    each aspect bright, unique,
    as I pass by, a glad Achilles
    whose heart his smiles bespeak.
    I dance along the flame-hot coals,
    in communion with uplifted souls.

  2. So much work, so little time! Seriously, taking the time to rake, clear out, prepare and plant brings me back to life after a season spent hibernating. The line-up of all the spring chores can be a little overwhelming and, yet, each year I embrace these tasks with gratefulness because there is nothing I enjoy more than spending quality time out in the garden!

  3. Love this analogy to the garden. I am in a Bible Study now called, “Restless” and one thing I am garnering from it is that I need to sweep away the fears that sometimes keep me from embracing my dreams…

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