That Which is Invisible (or Nearly So).

While clearing away the winter debris from my flower garden, I found a little hyacinth, perhaps only four or five inches high, poking its bloom above the soil.  Inside one of its flowers a fat bumble bee squeezed and struggled in conquest of what minute amount of nectar might be gained from such an early bloom.  He was the first bee of the season, and I was overjoyed to see him.  I hope he zips home and tells his fuzzy brethren where to get the goods.

I could hardly wait to run upstairs and write about what I had seen.  I wanted to share my experience with someone, anyone, everyone.  

The little fellow had buzzed away before I could grab a camera.  I thought about searching Google Images for a stock photo of a bee inside a hyacinth bloom.  But, you see, a stock photo will never look like my bee or my flower.  

My own garden isn't like most that people post pictures of online or write about in magazines.  I live in the high desert at an elevation of almost 7000 feet.  We have such a short growing season, and so little water, that coaxing flowers, fruits and vegetables to grow is a huge task.  Those from more agri-friendly locations scratch their heads at my determination to plot out a bit of green where, by nature, only scrub junipers, rabbit brush, and sage appear.

So, here it is, my little hidden hyacinth:

And, here it is peeking through the mess:

Before I cleared away the accumulated debris of winter atop the hyacinth, both it and the little bee were invisible.

Author and religious detractor,  Delos McKown once said, "The invisible and the non-existent look very much alike."  I'm sure his intention was to say that one can fancy to see God where He doesn't really exist.  I love this quote because I believe quite the opposite.  

Romans 1:20 says, "For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse,"  When we fail see past the debris and garbage of our lives, which covers the invisible beauty of God, we dully believe it doesn't exist.