Last year at this time, we were at least thigh deep in snow; it just didn’t stop. This year, it’s February 24th and my hyacinth are poking their leaves out of the ground. The earth has been their refuge since late last spring or early summer when, blooms spent, and leaves yellowing, I cut them back.

Such wisdom in the bulb, at least 6 inches below the earth it senses the seasons changing, the day lengthening and seeks the light and air. Life stirring in darkness. I wonder if we can take refuge in times of darkness and waiting and come out strong and joyful in season?

In the cold and snow of winter
there’s a spring that waits to be,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.                                                                                                                             ~ Natalie Sleeth 1986