Combine harvesters have been busy, farmers taking advantage of the heatwave. The fields are dotted with old-fashioned high-piled oblong haystacks and with golden roly poly swirls – surprisingly heavy and impossible to roll (yes, I’ve tried.)
Wet summers spell concern for arable farmers; drought conditions present different problems. Both scenarios can trigger dismay, even despair. Yet the Bible urges people – of all eras – to celebrate whatever harvest is gathered in. So I celebrate a dozen runner beans (poor thirsty things haven’t done well), some tasty beetroot (good for grating and for dyeing hands), a few extraordinarily shaped carrots (no supermarket would look twice at them), and a few feeble spuds.
The best produce in the garden has been the result of scattering some insignificant-looking tiny mixed seeds. They’ve produced a profusion of flowers of all colours, shapes, sizes and forms.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant,” said Robert Louis Stevenson.
True of my garden but also true of life. Despite potential disappointment and an apparent lack of fruitfulness, let’s continue to sow seeds – of love, compassion, kindness, gentleness, generosity… You never know what may materialise. “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up” wrote Paul in the Bible. We may never see the results of our life’s sowing but, one day, someone somewhere may blossom and flourish: a fruitful harvest – thanks to your sowing seeds of care.