I used to watch that 45 rpm record spin on the turntable, the green apple label a blur as Mary Hopkin sang “to everything turn, turn, turn…there is season, turn, turn, turn…”
And as my garden finally starts to yield fruit at the far end of this cool summer, a change of seasons is obvious in our lives, too, as my husband now lives with me after five years of marriage, my son’s fiance posts engagement photos on Facebook, and one best friend moves from 4 hours away to 14 and my other dearest friend moves from New York to 4 hours away.
When you garden, your awareness of change is heightened, for the seasons dictate more than vacation plans and pulling clothes out of storage. You are forever watching the sky, testing the moisture of earth, and overseeing the growth and death of things whose fruitfulness depends on change.
As does ours…
3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;