The blooming season has started. Spring has come before Spring should be here !! Everywhere I look I see splashes of colour that lift my sagging soul.
Outside my bedroom window the Bougainvillea has been blooming for sometime. Splashing out with tangerine petals that turn a bright pink as they mature , just plain showing off ! But it is beautiful, and just stands there in all its glory for me to enjoy.
Then around the corner into the back yard are three beautiful Bougainvillea. One a bright cerise pink, planted about three years ago, so it’s a strong plant. The other one, a soft soft creamy pink, a “youngling” struggling to be magnificent too !
Then there’s the little beautiful bush Bougainvillea, blooming in its softer shade of ‘petunia-pink’ – planted in memory of a dear sister who passed away last year.
When I look out my kitchen window, pass the wash-line, the tall wall and the hedge, my eye follows toward the sky. Over the road, on the high ridge are very tall trees, where the hadedahs have an over night resting place. And monkeys often take up a view-point of the humans below, hoping to catch a whiff of what’s for rummaging.
But climbing upon the tall trees are two shades of beautiful Bougainvillea vines, one a magenta pink and the other a reddish pink. Sparsely spread they just make such a statement for the power of colour in the vivid green of the leafy trees. A little out of place, but relentless in their climb for their beauty to be seen – just for me from my kitchen window, I’d like to think !
Beautiful Bougainvillea everywhere to behold ! But now is the season to feast the eye on what God’s handiwork has created in the realm of nature, if we would just but stop and look and see His glory revealed. Seasons come and go, as do the colourful petals of the Bougainvillea plant. Soon they will be strained, stressed and stale, but never really die, as some plants do, and then ! – and then comes the magnificent re-growth, the re-bloom. I do like their never-die attitude.
The beautiful Bougainvillea, a beauty to behold, bringing colour and joy and heralding in Spring …… and so a new season begins.
When one speaks of seasons one is speaking of change. Change is inevitable, but I am reminded of one constant, found in the Book of
Isaiah 40:8 :