All things come full circle

Pertinent observations in these transitional days (and what days aren't?):

1. Today's date, March 15th, marks spring planting here in this southern temperate zone.
2. All frost, in reasonable hypothesis, is waiting now until November.
3. The organic material remnants from last year's abundant harvest now enrich the earth in their decay. (Death smells so sweet when it is of plant life. Go for a walk in the woods, dig about 1/2 an inch below the surface debris to the first soft soil and tiny bits of leaves and scoop some up. Then smell it with your eyes closed. )
4. Growth has crept in so gradually and now I anticipate it's inevitable bursting forth upon God's ready ground.

A friend reminded me so gracefully in a recent time of painful self-discovery and spiritual development, that all things have their season.

Now I further that message of truth and hope:

For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.

All you saints, Shalom.