Thoughts on Blooming Out of Season

I hate winter. Grey. Cold. Cloudy. Sunless.

I may have never been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder, but I’m sure that I suffer from it. It would be perfectly fine with me if I could just hibernate all winter and wake up about March 21. To document the misery, lists Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as THE CLOUDIEST CITY in the United States, averaging 2021 hours of sunlight per year. 77% cloudy. Who knew? I thought surely Portland had us in the cloudy department; after all, Portland is known for rainy weather. According to the WorldAtlas, western PA is so cloudy (especially in winter) because the Northern Jetstream likes to hang out here.

So, I guess I’m whining. The sun was out for a few hours today, and I put my flowering azalea outside to drink in some weak Western PA January sun.

Yes, it’s blooming. Spectacularly.

In January.

I bought it late (straight from Home Depot’s half-price sale in September) to be a large potted plant outside the front door by our newly paved walk. The plan for its life in winter was vague; it was really just meant to replace the recently deceased avocado tree that I grew from seed. But that’s another story (and very indicative of my ups and downs with potted plants).

This Rhododendron ‘Conlep’ did fine all through the autumn. It’s name is Autumn Twist, after all. Mild frosts didn’t seem to bother it, but overnight one early December morning, the deer had chewed off the ends of every tender little branch.

Enraged, I brought it into the mudroom and put it by the window. I hoped it would get enough light, and I moved it back and forth between inside and outside for a few days, until the frigid 20 below Arctic blast descended around Christmas time. The wood stove was going full blast in December, and I think it must have thought spring was here when it felt the heat of the wood stove. Because a few days after Christmas, I noticed the buds. And just a few days later, there were more buds. It’s spindly; it’s been losing leaves, but oh, when those buds opened…

When I sat down to write this post, I realized that only recently I also wrote about lilacs blooming in September, and another winter post celebrated dandelions blooming in winter. I might be fixated on blooming out of season, but here’s the thing: if flowers can bloom when they aren’t supposed to, then people can thrive under cloudy, sub-optimal conditions too. I’m trying to keep this in my thoughts…

I wrote this verse from Ecclesiastes on my kitchen blackboard the other day to remind me that there are seasons for busy-ness, seasons for quiet, seasons for celebrating, seasons for grief and lamenting. It seems to me good and right, that after the busy, celebratory season of Christmas, is January, a time for quiet, a time for lament.

No one enjoys suffering, yet we all know that when the season of suffering is done, we can look back and see. See with new eyes what that time of suffering did for us. Perhaps it brought us new compassion, a renewed relationship, a different perspective, greater faith.

Even if one isn’t suffering or grieving, we should know that we aren’t supposed to bloom 365 days of the year. The cycles of the seasons–fluctuating light, different temperatures and humidity–affect us all, plants, animals, and humans. God has made us to need rest and quiet; January is a perfect time for rest and quiet and meditation. Even my reblooming azalea needs a time of dormancy to recharge and revitalize.

I worry now that this lovely azalea has been thrown off her natural cycle of blooming in the spring. When the showy flowers fade, what will happen to her overall health and spindly deer-chewed branches. If I fertilize her now, in what should be her dormant season, will the leaves fill out again or do they need that bright spring light for new growth?

I think this is what has happened to our modern world. We live in a time of 24 hour lights, all season heat and AC, waking in the dark, not going to bed until late. Even now I am typing this at 10:13 p.m. and most every light in the house is on. Excuse me while I go turn some of them off…

We have become modern humans, forgetting our place in the natural world. It’s January in the Northern Hemisphere: we should be slowing down, recharging, resting, sleeping. Reading, praying, meditating… Not sapping our energies with dazzling out-of-season blooms.

It is glorious when it happens, though, isn’t it?

12 thoughts on “Thoughts on Blooming Out of Season

  1. I have never actually been formally diagnosed with SAD (in fact is there an actual way to diagnose it) but I suffer from it. We usually have a fair amount of sunshine up here in the Canadian prairies but there are periods where the fog moves in and man it is sapping. So sapping but I try to just go with it. Problem is I can’t seem to wake up in the am. Working hard on exercise and downtime because as you said we spend too much time wired. This entire post really speaks to me so I am glad you stayed up and pulled it together. And those blooms!! Spectacular. Bernie

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    • My sister said yesterday, ‘I want snow. It’s supposed to snow in January.’ I realize you have plenty of snow! But here it’s just brown and gray.If there’s snow it actually makes me feel like it’s okay to stay in; but with no snow and middlin’ temps it’s just blah, and I feel like life should just be going on the same… I have to tell myself over and over–it’s okay to slow down. It’s winter! Thanks for commenting.Hope you overcome your SAD!


      • I am anxiously awaiting some sunshine. It might just come out today soon and then I am off for a walk. Yes a brown drab winter would be brutal. Hope you enjoy the slow down time.

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  2. If you think you’re bad, typing this at 10:13 pm, well, I’m reading it at 12:43 am. I think we need the quiet and cold and even the hibernation that comes in January so we’re ready to reboot in spring. I guess that’s a way of saying I believe, to everything there is a season.

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    • Well today it is raining and thundering! A thunderstorm is practically unheard of in a Pennsylvania January. At least it used to be… I am enjoying those blooms. I’m trying to find a place to put it where I can see it better. Unfortunately it’s in a very large pot and not very portable. It’s back outside today enjoying the rain.

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  3. Our weather is so strange. Not at all like it was 30-40 years ago. Oh No!! I am so old I remember what the weather was like “back then”!!! As for blooms, Bill and I are dragging ourselves out 3 mornings a week to exercise at the Y. (Oh, the aching muscles!) This morning I saw a gorgeous Christmas Cactus there. It had pale pink and white blooms. I never saw one like that. What a beautiful reminder that we will have flowers again in a few months. One of God’s little gifts to cheer our souls.

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  4. I love sunshine and hot weather. Summer in the San Joaquin Valley (California) makes me very happy for the long hot days that we have. Winter this year is wet. Such a change from the past years of drought. I gripe and complain about not being able to go outside and be in the yard, to get yard chores done, but like you, I must realize it’s a season for quiet and for rest. The chores will be there when the days grow longer and sun comes out.


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