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Hope Springs

04.06.09 | garden | 22 Comments

At the end of every winter, after the brave bulbs have pushed their way to the surface but while the trees are still barren, hairy skeletons, I find myself doubting that in another few weeks, all this will be green, and beautiful. I teach my kids that faith is like knowing the sun will come up every morning, and I think the coming again of spring should be like that too, so maybe my faith is weak, but every year, it’s unfathomable to me, seeing what looks like death, and what is in fact death, in the case of the five maple trees I’ve been uprooting to make way for new plants.

Those five maple trees are splinter-dry and snap off at the base when I apply my full weight. The people who owned this house until last October gave up on them. Those maple trees, along the south side of our south-facing backyard would’ve grown to be a perfect shade. I knew they were dead because they were hard and leaveless last fall, but this spring, when I’m getting around to removing them, they look no different from the other trees in the yards next to ours, trees that I’m supposed to believe will be full and young and growing before long.

Is my faith weak? Or is it just an awesome, irreducible miracle that, though there is ice floating on the water in the sandbox, spring and green are here?

Today I’m putting away my doubt for another year: the seeds Sally, Susan, Spot and I started last week are sprouting.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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