We gathered the prunings today, limbs that would have borne leaves, blossoms, fruit. Yet, these branches had been intentionally severed. I was struck by this imagery, a picture of my own life that has nudged -- no, pushed -- at the corners of my heart and mind over these past weeks.
This goes against my grain, removing that which will bear, in the hopes -- the promise -- of better to come. Alex reassures me that the cuts will allow more sunlight to the branches, and the multitude of stunted apples will be replaced with better, more useful fruit. His book opens here, under Pruning 101, words poignant, "Such cuts will help in maintaining 'calm trees' that do not put excessive energy into shoot development...thus keeping fruit production to the fore."
We gather limbs from beneath the apple trees, and I am thankful for this reminder that paring is a gift, that the cutting of away -- even of the good -- might even yield our best. The light pours through bare branches, and I feel the sun. God is gracious.