It has been my privilege to travel in many countries, to see much wonderful scenery, and to stand in awe at the amazing handiwork of God in creation. I have been impressed and challenged again and again, but nothing ever moves me so much as to be in the English countryside in the springtime. I am always fascinated by the quiet emergence of the new life from the cold deadness of the fading winter. In every area of plant life, of bird and animal life, the countryside stirs itself and becomes gloriously involved in the miracle of springtime. Against a new backdrop of tree scenery the tiny actors play their parts in God's annual masterpiece, accompanied by the sounds of newly-tuned songs.
Spring is a blessed and happy time for trees.
Once more they can develop their full leafy personality. When I lived in the country I would watch many a copse or rolling wood when the magic months came. I would see bare and empty trees emerging from the nakedness of winter, glowing green to change the whole countryside. But, when I looked deeper into the woods, I would see trees that showed no response to increasing sunshine and the call of the new time. So it is in the realm of the human heart.