My friend, Debbie B., asked me a question on Friday, and I’ve thought about it ever since. She and her son wondered why fall colors echo the colors of Thanksgiving. Why does this holiday which is all about gratitude follow the same pattern as its surrounding clime? Why the beauty–the yellow of the Cottonwood leaves, the red of the Sumac, the oaks’ burnt orange umber?
At first, being my ever-practical self, my answer was that we took nature’s cue and clothed our holidays likewise. This makes sense, when we consider Thanksgiving where we celebrate our gratitude for an abundant harvest with a feast of color. Think of the candied orange sweet potatoes, the golden brown of turkey skin, the paler orange squash of pumpkin pie, pecan pie’s crunchy caramel, united by the green of pole beans (unless they are swimming in a creamy casserole and topped with Durkee onions.) At Christmas, the predominant red and green are the same colors as the evergreen plants representing life at that darkest time of the year: hollies with their red berries, pines and cedars.
But why would nature, at the very time we need to harvest food in anticipation of winter, go out in a blaze of glory? It could just as easily wind down like a timepiece, fading slowly from gray to black. After much discussion, Deb and I decided autumn is a gift straight from God, and this being Green Thumb Sunday, well . . . .
I am reminded of a children’s book written by Cynthia Rylant titled The Dreamer. It is no longer in print, but can be found used on Amazon. It is the creation story from Genesis, and God is represented as an artist so filled with energy that He must create. There are pages of flourish and color and so begins the world.
In a small way, we gardeners do the same thing. Whether we’re planting for food or for pleasure, we plan our spaces inserting just the right colors here and there. Beautiful blues to cool the hottest day. Yellows and white to buffer clashing colors. When I first started working with roses and perennials, I only thought of the blossoms in pinks, reds and yellows. It was later that I began to realize how important green is as a unifier. Much of the garden remains in green, and it is this color that gives the eye rest.
We’ve had a few weeks of lovely foliage and fabulous weather, but we’re told that Thanksgiving will be cold as a front is headed our way. I know that some of us find this time of year depressing because it is the end of the gardening season, and winter looms ahead, but I like to think of it as a time of rest for us and our plants to build up energy for next year. That way, we can plan our future gardens, the ones we always carry in our minds and hearts.
Dee
Mary Ann,
Thank you. Come on down, Idaho Girl. We have the room, and I’d love for you to see our place.
Deb,
You were the catalyst for this post. Thank you for your questioning and faithful heart.
Debra,
I loved your article. My favorite part was this:
“Whether we are aware of it or not, I think the pursuit of beauty in the garden is a pursuit to know God better. The very act of gardening gives us hope. It gives us a metaphor for understanding God’s abundance and life-giving restoration. And the act of expressing beauty with each petal, stem and leaf of God’s creation is, for me, an expression of my faith and hope in Him.”
Just beautiful. You are a gifted and creative writer, and I think we place our words on paper just to share in a small way, God’s creative power.
debra
Thank you for your Thanksgiving meditation, Dee, as you weave together awe-inspired seasonal changes and an awe for the Creator-artist. It reminds me of an essay I wrote several years ago on the rather serious topic of “Finding God in the Garden.”
I just pulled out my manuscript because something you said about God as artist resonated with me. Here are a few thoughts:
>observing and appreciating God’s divine creation and expressing joy and gratitude for its beauty is in itself a means of worship. Dante wrote: “Nature is the Art of God,” and that’s a fitting description of what we observe in the garden.
>whether we are aware of it or not, our pursuit for perfection or beauty is also a pursuit to know God.
I have the full text of this essay on my website, should you wish to read it:
http://www.debraprinzing.com/lectures.php?lecture_id=7
Deb
Who knew?! Isn’t it just like God to give us something so simple and yet beautiful to draw our minds back to Him? Perfect segue-way, Dee!
Mary Ann
LOVE the meditation on the colors of Thanksgiving and autumn. Will get the book for my 5 year old nephew. And I would love to come visit you in your wonderful log cabin. I’d visit you anywhere, but loved the photo of the cabin and the woods around it.