Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When her branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near:
Ver. 28. Now learn a parable of the fig tree] We should not rest content with a natural use of the creatures, as brutes do, but pick some spiritual matter out of every sensible object. Thus Reverend Master Deering, when the sun shone on his face now lying on his death bed, fell into a sweet meditation of the glory of God and his approaching joy. (Dr Hall's Art of Divine Meditation.)