Living in Minnesota really teaches you about the value of spring. I mean, in New Zealand, the plants truly came out at springtime, regardless of the weather. But compared to MN, this so called “weather” is exceeding mild. For example, we had snow on the first day of May. May! The Canadian Designer’s blog that I read keeps talking about Summer like it’s almost here. No no. For us, spring is barely awakening.
Another thing is, Christchurch is called the Garden City. Flowers are common. I began to wonder why the flowers here hadn’t come out yet, because surely it hadn’t been that cold, right? But it gradually dawned on me that people just don’t plant flowers here in St Paul. Which makes dandelions that much more delightful.
All of this weather and floral confounding brings a whole new spin to the classic hymn we sang at EBC on Sunday that goes:
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring
After I’ve lost count how many months of winter, truly, one sees even more beauty in these things.
But Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes my woeful heart to sing!