I wait on the seasons to change, I long for the coming of spring. I see the plants hold fast through the winter and grow in the short sunless days. Despite all that I know to be real, it seems kind of strange. That despite the order of the seasons, the harvest comes in the spring. Wheat grows in all seasons, it survives through the winter cold. When all other things are turning green, it becomes golden and must be taken in. So I will wait through the long dark winters and rejoice at the coming of spring. I will rest in the comfort that my labors will bring abundance, as the harvest comes in the spring.