I could not get over these blooms! They are just plain breathtaking! (And using the blossoms as a backdrop for my most fascinating models didn’t hurt either.)
Watching this orchard come to life, I have been thinking of the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote: Earth laughs in flowers. Isn’t it something that earth doesn’t just sleepily wake in springtime, it BURSTS forth with life? It is like laughter, or a cloud burst or confetti. It’s a celebration.
I don’t think that’s an accident, not for one second.
This glorious spring season of rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal—it celebrates and commemorates the greatest event the Earth has ever seen—The resurrection of the Savior, Jesus Christ.
See the land, her Easter keeping
Rises as her Master rose.
Seeds so long in darkness sleeping
Burst at last from Winter snows.
Have you ever studied a blossoming apricot tree? Just one branch of blooms is enough to stop you in your tracks. Whisper soft pastel petals clustered artfully to an earthy, jagged branch. Tender shoots of lime colored leaves peek out, like the skilled florist’s bouquet. No earthly artist could rival the loveliness which God created in one blossom, one branch, one tree. And His art is living and breathing! It covers the whole Earth! It renews itself each season! How miraculous. If you haven’t found faith in God, perhaps you haven’t spent enough time out-of-doors.
I have been reflecting on my faith this season as well. In an effort to teach my four-year-old about the resurrection story, I reviewed the biblical accounts of the final week of the Savior’s life. I was swept up in the scriptures as I thought of all that the Savior endured. My faith was strengthened as I considered all the the atonement of Christ accomplished. Because of Him, death is not the end. Because of Him, every tragedy, unfairness, difficulty and disappointment will be compensated. Because of Him, we can be with our families forever.
That is my testimony of Him this glorious season. He is the joy of all the world, he is the springtime, the blossom, the laughter, the beauty that never fades or falters.
Happy Easter, world!