Sometimes we remember things in the glory of their conception. Other things we remember in the maturity of their ripeness. Still other things are memorable for their cyclical death and renewal. In maturity, can we recall the growth of youth? In the cycle of death can we remember the tree’s full ripeness? We shall surely remember these things. Or shall we? The beginnings of things are easily forgotten. Their freshness, their fragility, their struggle. So too, we forget the richness of the first fruits. In this time of new beginnings we do well to remember the beginning of things and their fullness. The seed and the fruit. Beautiful are their seasons.