Coming up in November, I will have been blogging for a year. This means that you and I will have walked through 4 seasons together.
As I was cutting the grass last weekend I noticed, even though it is mid August that a tree is beginning to loose it's leaves. It is by no means due to Autumns arrival but the lack of rain so typical here in August. This particular tree always looses it's leaves this time of year. However, looking out our back yard and the sight of leaves swirling in gusts of wind brought to mind the never ending cycle of seasonal change.
I have come to realize that I love each season...the palette of colors in the Fall, the first snow of Winter, the dogwoods in Spring and Summers' July 4th. But truly it is the change of seasons that I love. The transition from one to the next always brings around the memories of seasons past...the loved ones lost, new friends just met, the first day of school, the June wedding, the harvest festivals with their smells of firewood and apple butter.
I so appreciate the past but I also like transitions...moving from one stage to the next and the change of seasons always brings me back to this realization.
While summer has been great...I anticipate the transition to Autumn and the crisp air, the first sight of my breath as I step outside and the chance to reflect on Summer's memories.
It's not that far off.
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