A SEASON OF GRACE IN THE GARDEN
The garden that so inspired me in the spring is overrun by late-summer weeds. Rains came late to our valley and have transformed the dried crust of soil I worried over in July into a verdant bed sprouting every weed known to man — plus a few tomatoes, peppers, onions, green beans, and sunflowers.
As I harvest the crop which tomorrow will become jars of salsa, I can’t help but notice that something is missing. Looking over my shoulder, I remember that for the second year, I work at this task without the companionship of our ancient cherry tree.
The beautiful, gnarled, seeping tree that stood guard over my garden all the 20 years we’ve lived here finally succumbed to the rot that was eating her from within, and on a blustery fall day, she was taken down by a gust of wind.
We knew it was coming. Talk of cutting down the cherry tree came at the kitchen table early that spring. Rot was weakening her trunk and there was a danger that she would fall on the nearby barn — but I begged my husband for one more summer and, as I tilled and planted the garden, I gratefully watched her awaken from her winter slumber.
A GLORIOUS SEASON OF GRACE
The final season of her fruit-bearing was her finest. That last spring, the cherry tree boasted a glorious crown of blossoms. She fairly shimmered in the springtime sunshine. As the blooms faded and dropped, the cherries appeared and seemed to just keep coming, creating a canopy of red, green, and brown over our heads.
The neighbor girls raided her branches, harvesting enough for their mother to make a tart. My teenage sons climbed high to snatch fruit from swooping birds as I slipped handfuls into a bucket for preserving. The cherries were especially sweet that summer — or at least that’s how I remember them now. I hoarded a few bags of the frozen maroon orbs and we savored them in a Christmas pie.
FINAL GIFTS IN THIS SEASON OF GRACE
The cherry tree’s final gift to us that year was logs to fuel our winter fire — but on this golden evening, I recall other gifts found in her branches.
Memories of sweet scents carried on the spring breeze as I walked under her canopy or leaned against her rain-drenched trunk.
. . . .of laughing children, climbing high on limbs wrapped in green
. . . . of stolen moments resting at the end of the day on the old bench that rested at her roots
. . . .of my little boys swinging high from the tire secured by a rope looped over her strongest branch.
. . . .visions of snowy white blossoms pressed against the blue sky.
A DYING CHERRY TREE
When age and disease weakened the cherry tree and created a hollow in her middle, she still stood strong, until the winds of autumn whirled around her and she trembled, then split with a crack and dropped to one knee. It was shocking to see her broken limbs and split trunk, leaves caught amid their fall-turning rippling in the gusts that laid her down.
For several weeks, we were faced daily with her crippled form, as half her branches reached for the clouds while the other half sprawled across my garden. The red barns that had provided her backdrop towered starkly as if standing watch over the dying tree. It was clear we would have to finish the job, so my husband and youngest took to the task.
A SEASON OF GRACE EVEN THROUGH TRIALS
It strikes me that our human lives may have something in common with that dying cherry tree. Age and the trial of disease (soul or body) can sometimes produce the sweetest fruit in us. I know people like that. While their hearts may be broken and their bodies failing, they continue producing fruit.
Wisdom gained from experience.
Art that has value.
Sometimes it is the finest fruit of their lives.
THE AUTUMN OF LIFE: A SEASON OF GRACE
So today, as I reflect on the life of that cherry tree, I think also of those who move through the autumn of their lives with grace and joy — and I decide that this autumn, I will plant another cherry tree.
Questions For Reflection
1. When have you experienced a “Glorious Season of Grace”?
2. What suffering or trial has produced “the sweetest fruit” in you or in someone you love?
3. Who have you seen moving “through the autumn of their lives with grace and joy?”
Ingrid Lochamire is a former newspaper reporter and columnist. She “retired” from journalism to homeschool her four sons, all now graduated. Ingrid and her husband live in a 140-year-old farmhouse in northeast Indiana, where she shares “slice of life” experiences and reflections on her blog and elsewhere. She encourages others to capture and share their life stories and speaks on the topic.
Ingrid’s essays have been featured on various online journals and websites, including Topology and The Baby Boomer Cafe. Her self-published book, One Man’s Work, includes stories from her father’s life as a soldier, a small-town postmaster, and a child of The Great Depression.
Her essays are included in the anthology Grit & Grace, released in early 2019. She can be found at www.ingridlochamire.com, as well as on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.
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