It's been five weeks since the local authorities cut back those mimosa trees, leaving only ugly bare branches (I confess that I gathered up some of the logs to add to my firewood stock for next winter) and so this week I was amazed to see that new growth had already begun. By next spring, or maybe even before then, those trees will be covering the park in a carpet of yellow blossoms again.
In stark contrast, the jasmine plant at the entrance to my house hasn't produced many blossoms this year. I think I waited too late to prune it, and instead of cutting it right back in January, I did a less brutal pruning in March. The growth has not been nearly as lovely as in previous years. What a visual parable! If we resist God's pruning in our lives, or don't respond in a timely way, we may miss out on some of the fruitfulness and the fragrance that He wants to bring from our life.

