Inspired by . . . a change of color
Inspired by . . . a change of color
I’m not ready for the stores to smell like cinnamon. Not ready to face the ghoulish specters, framed by innocent scarecrows and fairytale pumpkins.
Simply put, I’m not done savoring summer.
I’ve enjoyed her light and her warmth. Her billowing clouds and dark blue skies. Her green grass and fragrant flowers.
I’m not yet ready to change her greens, pinks, and yellows for Fall’s browns, oranges, and reds.
But change is coming.
My front porch is evidence of this truth. It’s no longer safe to sit out there in the evening or early morning.
The ruby-throats have arrived, and the space between two feeders is no longer a safe place to be!
They are the first heralds of the change coming down from the north.
The season change is subtle here in south Texas. The trees at Lost Maples don’t turn until mid-November.
That’s just fine with me.
I like to savor the seasons.
There is something to be said for enjoying the moment and being present in the now. We stand to lose the essence of life when we’re constantly looking ahead, rushing to the next season on the calendar.
There is an order to the seasons, and there is an order to our lives.
I don’t want to get caught up in the pursuit, and miss the Purpose.
Won’t you join me in savoring the last rays of summer?
Blessings,
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