daffodilsSolomon’s wardrobe must have been made up of many a fine outfit. Famed for his wisdom, his wealth must also have been pretty staggering. My mind wandered in Solomon’s direction as I walked the dog this morning and was surprised to see daffodils in full bloom so early in the New Year. It seems the shift in weather patterns has brought spring forward by quite some weeks. I hope that if we suddenly experience a cold snap the bulbs and blossoms are not lost.

Why Solomon? Well with the glorious yellow flowers rising tall above the grass, all against a great sky and very wet landscape, they offered a welcome splash of colour, especially in this week that sees a return to work from the long Christmas break. Hope rising within a bleak landscape and I so often need to reach for hope within what can appear the repetitive and monotonous landscape of life itself. So such flowers are glorious and lift our spirits, reminding us of the versatility, originality and playfulness of our Creator.

However, St. Peter reminds us that for all its brilliance, however spectacular the flowering, all flowers quickly fade, wither and die. It’s a reminder of the shortness of our life and contribution against God’s eternal canvas. It’s an encouragement to consider our mortality realistically. We are to flower within life’s landscape and our flowering is a sign of God’s positive grace and goodness. We cannot explain it, merely live it as a contribution that we trust those passing might note, as I did this morning’s daffodils, so they may consider the source of our flowering. It’s neither the nature of our flower nor the location within which we flower, it is the willingness to flower, something that is planted deep within us at the very moment of our creation.

Finally, as I rounded the final corner for the home stretch, I pondered how these bulbs that had captured my attention, whilst they will wither and disappear back beneath the earth, they will also return to flower year upon year. I noted that there are a number of ways in which we flower throughout our life, some in a public space, some hidden deep within an uninhabited woodland. Here only God sees and enjoys the flowering, yet flower we must. With this thought there is also the sense that the church continues to fill God’s flowerbed year in, year out, century in,century out. My momentary flowering is just a small part of the life and witness of the Church over the years.

An invigorating walk and a fruitful reflection to carry me through my day.

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