Seasons Change our Landscapes and Our Lives. I hear change is good, but for some, It’s just hard!
With the changing season, in Iowa, we cleared our deck in late October with snow already in the forecast. Gone were the red and pink geraniums, big pots of kale, spinach, and impatiens, flourishing in harmony. Not ready to part with fresh herbs, we toted rosemary and basil, sage and parsley inside. On the twenty-seventh, we wakened to our first dusting of snow.
The back steps welcomed a few stray flakes, too. Ah, the changing of the seasons, making way for November. I love fall’s glorious colors and refreshing coolness, and have always wished it could last as long as winter.
More bracing, winter’s winds, and howling—they pile snowdrifts as high as my shoulders at times. Ice coats the world and shuts me in. But for now, let me stop with this delicate dusting that speckles the garage roof.
No need to leap to future storms. This cloudy, cold month that turns Iowa gray and brown reminds me to be grateful. Let me stay with this faint dusting, then. Let me focus on the beauty of new snow on flame bush leaves just outside our back door.
Dust me with gratitude, thankful for a lovely summer and autumn, for fruits of the garden and joys of the sunny days, sipping tea with friends on the front porch, reading and writing. Remind me that all of life is a gift—every single season, my vocation, each new day…and with the Psalmist, let my heart break out in praise.
Praise the LORD! Oh give thanks to the LORD, for He is good; For His lovingkindness is everlasting. Psalm 106:1
How does the coming of fall affect you?