These blossoms caught my eye on a walk the other day. The parent tree has been pruned to nubs and knuckles with not a branch or twig to be seen. But these blossoms will not be stopped. They are bursting right out of the stumps and joints of this pared down shrub which, I believe, is a flowering quince.
For some reason the words of Isaiah 53 come to mind as I look at this photo:
For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,
And as a root out of dry ground.
He has no form or comeliness;
And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should desire Him.
He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
– Isaiah 53:2-5 – NKJV
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