A tree that has always captured my attention and admiration is the Jacaranda. Its pure purple flowers and the great mess it leaves when it abandons it colour, is so appealing that I decided to try to grow one in my garden. They are frost tender, especially for the first years of its life, so I knew it would be a challenge.
I planted the robust specimen, one I had carefully chosen, in my front yard. I waited until it was spring, wanting to give it the maximum opportunity to get established before winter set in, placing it in a nice spot near the driveway.
The first winter saw it brutally confronted with icy mornings and cold windy days and when spring finally came around again, I waited patiently for the tree to revive and renew its limp brownish leaves. It didn’t, it only managed to survive, doing little else.
In the end I dug it up and put it in a tub. I sat it against the fence in the backyard to live or die. Then surprise, like the beanstalk for Jack, there were buds and new growth sprouting with energy.
If it did better near the fence in the back yard then that it where it would go. I put it back into the ground and it flourished. As I looked at it over the next few months, I realised I am exactly the same. I need to be in the right position to do well.
God’s will is the ideal spot for me. I need to let God lead me, guide me into the perfect position, and then I thrive. I have struggled in front yard spots like my Jacaranda, ones that I had chosen for myself, thinking I knew better, but when I relax and let God pop me in that ideal special space, Voilà! I grow.
God bless
Annie
I planted the robust specimen, one I had carefully chosen, in my front yard. I waited until it was spring, wanting to give it the maximum opportunity to get established before winter set in, placing it in a nice spot near the driveway.
The first winter saw it brutally confronted with icy mornings and cold windy days and when spring finally came around again, I waited patiently for the tree to revive and renew its limp brownish leaves. It didn’t, it only managed to survive, doing little else.
In the end I dug it up and put it in a tub. I sat it against the fence in the backyard to live or die. Then surprise, like the beanstalk for Jack, there were buds and new growth sprouting with energy.
If it did better near the fence in the back yard then that it where it would go. I put it back into the ground and it flourished. As I looked at it over the next few months, I realised I am exactly the same. I need to be in the right position to do well.
God’s will is the ideal spot for me. I need to let God lead me, guide me into the perfect position, and then I thrive. I have struggled in front yard spots like my Jacaranda, ones that I had chosen for myself, thinking I knew better, but when I relax and let God pop me in that ideal special space, Voilà! I grow.
God bless
Annie