then snow again. snow again today.
I laugh because it’s iowa and that’s what iowa does. she does it every year in one way another. messes with me. just when i start to get some hope about spring arriving, it sort of un-arrives. retreats. can a season actually display symptoms of some kind of approach-avoidance disorder? is it diagnosable?
late last summer the aphids invited themselves to the bean fields surrounding our house. when they got tired of their steady diet of bean stems they moved up to this pagoda dogwood near our kitchen window. they were gluttons, and gnawed away at the buds that were being set for the coming spring. they did some major damage before i noticed. and then these little finches came along to eat the aphids, and in the process of picking at them, finished off the remainder of the buds. deep red and barren stems persisted through the winter.
i feared that between the aphids and the finches, the dogwood might not live to see another spring. in the process of it storing up enough to get through the winter, the dogwood’s energy was spent in trying to keep growing in spite of the uninvited, gluttonous guests.
now water drops hang below the stems where buds begin pushing out. pushing up. reaching toward the late march sun. i am moved by resilience. even if it is only the resilience in a shrub that graces my front yard. and when i see this characteristic in the human condition, it moves me even further. more deeply. in spite of what may seem like drudgery. of setbacks. of setbacks upon setbacks. of finches feasting on aphids feasting on dogwood buds… resilience bounces back.
“Consider it pure joy…whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”