Let the fig tree teach you a parable. As soon as its branches turn soft and put out leaves, you know summer is at hand;
and noticing a fig tree by the roadside he went up to it, but found nothing on it except leaves. He said to it, "May no fruit ever come from you after this!" And instantly the fig tree withered up.
Then he will despatch his angels and muster the elect from the four winds, from the verge of earth to the verge of heaven.
so, whenever you see this happen, you may be sure He is at hand, at the very door.