Winter is the time that you reap the harvest.
Did you know that?
For most crops: You plant in spring, it grows in summer, and you harvest in winter.
This comes easily to me now. But I have worked in a cotton gin. And I have worked in crop insurance.
Your experience is possibly much different.
I think our lives can look similar to this though.
Ecclesiastes 3 comes to mind.
There is a time for everything
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
We bear fruit with patience, after all.
It is winter proper; the cold weather, such as it is, has come to stay. I bloom indoors in the winter like a forced forsythia; I come in to come out. At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year’s planting.
-Annie Dillard, Pilgrim At Tinker Creek