I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. John 15:1-2
You remember the first day you saw the buds come out. Almost over night, branches that were bare suddenly had fat little tips on their ends. Then, one warm day, those buds burst open to reveal the most delicate little flower - their scent filled the air with new life. Over a period of time, those buds turned into miniature fruit: small, hard, sour. But with rains, warmth and time, they grew into fullness and harvested in due season.
And there you are, again, with bare branches tipped with tiny buds.