These pots are in the front of my house and are–in the summertime–part of my front yard victory garden. I see them everyday as I dismount my bike, and I’ve been noticing the snow getting taller and taller on them as the winter progresses. While I do find winter really lovely–even on a bike; especially on a bike–it has, with the frigid temperatures, been trying to say the least. And as I looked at those snow covered pots today I couldn’t help but think how lush they are with vegetables in the summer; growing food that feeds me on so many levels. Anyhow, the below scripture came to mind, and now I seem to be humming the below song.

1  There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,

    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

    a time to kill and a time to heal,

    a time to tear down and a time to build,

    a time to weep and a time to laugh,

    a time to mourn and a time to dance,

    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

    a time to search and a time to give up,

    a time to keep and a time to throw away,

    a time to tear and a time to mend,

    a time to be silent and a time to speak,

    a time to love and a time to hate,

    a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 

 

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