Impressions of Nature, the Creator and The Journey with Trendle Ellwood
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Ohio Rainfall Needed
A bit of rain fell last week but it was not enough to
soak the thirsty ground. I water here and there but I cannot sustain all our plants, shrubs and trees. The lilies, tree-peonies, hydrangeas and queen of the meadow (which won’t be a
queen of anything if I don’t lug water to her), are all getting my special
attention. Not one drop of water goes unappreciated instead even tiny droplets are absorbed into the dry soil immediately. Sometimes I swear it seems the thirsty earth absorbs the water as it falls from my bucket and catches it halfway, like a dog jumping up to catch a treat.
Without the help of rain plants are bearing fruit too
quickly or simply not bearing fruit at all, and merely hanging on for dear
life. Our wild black raspberries are drying up before turning ripe or else
getting claimed by thirsty birds. I wish it wasn’t true because they are my
favorite berries. It is hard to walk through the usually cool and moist woods
to find them parched. Leaf litter and moss seem to have dissolved from the
forest floor as if consumed for moisture.
All the little tributary creeks, streams and rivulets are
drying up or long dried with only the core waterways still flowing. As we hiked
The Ridges at Athens last week, the bare, clay trail beneath our feet resembled
dry, cracked skin. Sumac plants, sassafras and buckeye trees were turning their
leaves prematurely to autumn colors. It was sad to see browned, barren trees in
June. The air in the forest was oppressing and still as if only awaiting death.
From watching nature I have been blessed with her comforting way of explaining
the cycles to my heart. I have witnessed how experiencing the weather’s play on
the seasons helps me accept such seasons in myself and in my fellow humankind.
There is much that could lead me to despair, the drought, the shape of the
world, but as we left the dry forest and started to ascend the meadow towards
Radar hill, a welcome breeze touched our skin.
This cooling of the brow seemed to open my mind to remember
that there is a reason for all cycles. The Creator who made it all, can refresh
it all again. Yes, we should do what we can to make things better, yet I cannot
stop the waves of time nor do anything about many of the troubling
circumstances that lie all around us. Knowing that there is an ultimate cycle,
an ultimate plan, gives me an option. Instead of falling into despair I can
trust in Divine Order, do any duties to which I am assigned and most
importantly, come to peace.