I needed a break from the computer so I sat back and averted my gaze outside to give my eyes a rest. The branches and leaves of the trees were motionless and the air was a stagnant pool of haze. The sun’s rays were uncompromising as they have been since early April. The ground is parched and the grass, what there is of it, is a dried brown. I thought, boy, another hot day in Jerusalem. Sometimes the days seem to melt right in to the other because the weather is so predictable. Just then though the familiar sound of lazy crickets broke through sluggish air and then I realized that it was summer.
Thank goodness for God signals. Without them how would we be alerted to the passage of time and to the rhythm of life around us? There are other God signals for us to behold too. Right now the fruit of the fig tree, the pomegranate and the olive trees and the grape vines are in their youth. It should be a nice harvest this fall.
Pomegranates, Grapes, Figs and Olives