The term late bloomer took on an enlarged meaning for me last year. In early winter, I noticed that the butterfly bush in our simple, backyard perennial garden had really blossomed and grown. And I kept seeing a lone yellow butterfly fluttering around it, pausing every now and then to taste of the plant’s sweet nectar.
Finding God in the outdoors is easy. His fingerprints are all over His creation. We learn so many lessons about His character when we stop and listen.
I see them emerging like bears from a long hibernation. Yes, the fire ants have arrived again. But I’m talking about my neighbors. Spring is almost here, and in my part of the country, as soon as the temperature rises to at least 60 degrees, the waves from friendly folks in the neighborhood resume. Lawn mowers crank up when the first blades of green grass pop up, and the dead things are lopped off so the new blossoms can peek through the flowering shrubs.