I read this quote today and knew it would inform my art. A few days ago I messed around in my strawberry beds, relocating plants and anticipating good fruit come late spring.
Then the “icepocalypse” came to Dallas, freezifying the dormant plants. Thankfully I’ve been a gardener long enough to know resurrection will come.
Problem is I forget. Don’t we all? When life seems barren, unseen, and buried, we are tempted to believe life won’t come, that darkness is always our lot. Faith becomes reality when we remind ourselves that the frozen plant will one day yield red, juicy berries.