Look and see – fruit where there were once only flowers. (Sweet Million cherry tomatoes. A family! – SB)
Fruit doesn’t come unless flowers wither and give way to it. Sometimes, fruit seems a long time in coming. Other times, fruit seems to spring up overnight.
Budding, flowering, withering, fruition – all at once. There is a time.
The bell peppers flower. Same plant, a branch away, a bud. There is a time. Ecc 3.
Be neither hurried nor complacent. Be rested and be glad, for our times are ordained.
1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Celebrate with fruit – of the season, of honest labour, of shared journeys. Scent of lemon verbena.
A call. A comfortingly familiar voice.
“You leave, with friends to miss from here. When you’re here, you have friends and family you miss back there. You are blessed to be torn in this way. Know and be glad that you have two homes.”