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.

 

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