To Every Thing There is a Season.
I often wonder just what is so wonderful about our new home. There are a lot of things, it is true, but as I wake up every day to cooler temperatures and the signs of fall begin, I think the change of seasons may be one of the most wonderful things.
Understand, that although I was born in Washington, D.C., I grew up in Florida and lived for many years in California before moving back to a very unsettling seven years back in Florida again. The change in seasons is still very novel and exciting to me. Perhaps it is the first year I spent in this area that infused my very being with a love of this locality - the air and the land and the water and everything. It just seems like a very healthy place for me – physically and spiritually.
I am no spring chicken, that is for sure, and I have yet to enter the winter of my discontent. Makes me feel like perhaps I am in the Autumn of my life. It is a time of change, but yet a time of growth and maturing as well. Although the leaves on the trees and the hair on my head may be changing color, the sap does still run strong, and the tree of life flourishes.
Maybe I had better quit while I am ahead! I think you get the point.
As my husband starts to complain about the leaves that will soon fall everywhere and require lots of hard physical labor to rake and bag up, I can’t help but think, look what else is coming – and it is the view right off the back deck here in Spotsy:
Ni River Reservoir – my backyard!
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
In Dog We Trust.
