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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Summer Heat - Like a Woman in Travail
I can't do much in the yard right now. The heat is bearing down with high humidity as it does this time of year. My back needs time to recover from the last round of work. I have to let the grass get long for now.
The back to school sales are starting, so this is the time of year one thinks that it is going to be hot forever. Eventually the heat will break and the humidity will fall. There are many nice working days coming in the near future.
The heat of the summer before the coming cool of the fall reminds me how it is for women late in pregnancy after many months with a baby growing and developing in their bellies. The baby about to be born is so big and so active it becomes everything to the mother. The mother can do little more than endure discomfort and wait for the the day of delivery. She may tend to give up hope and come to believe she will always be pregnant. From that point of surrender you know it's about two weeks and then the pains of labor come.
It'll be a little more than two weeks till the weather breaks though. I don't feel like I have reached that point of surrender. Of course this is the way a man sees. I didn't carry babies but I can draw strength from this example. The yard started as a weed lot this spring and I'm doing what I can through the growing season. The summer is beginning to bear down and I can't do much more than plan and prepare until the cool weather comes on. Maybe this is meant to enlighten me. Maybe this means that when the time comes I will experience new birth in our landscape; that all the growth of the season is leading to a definite, new reality. And like the mother about to give birth I can't really see it yet because of the way of labor.
Extreme joy comes to the mother when she is finally delivered. I have been a witness.
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