At a time when we tend to reach out for reminders of normalcy, I sat back and looked around me, trying to find something to focus on that would encourage hope. Here is what came into view, looking ahead.
Autumn – #630
As I write this for you, the mountains are still gleaming green, as they have, all summer. It’s September, but the tones of autumn have not yet touched the leaves.
Soon, they will lose their summer strength and then EXPLODE with the colors of fall. Such a special time, here in the valley. Folks will travel from afar to witness it for the few special days when nature offers this feast of color and spins the air with the fresh fall smell.
Before we know it, the leaves will have fallen and the cold will take over. Sharp breezes and stinging winds and rain and snow. There will be winter days of dazzling, ice-covered beauty and days of danger and inconvenience as snow interferes with daily comings and goings.
And just when we’ve had enough, those tiny crocus will stick their heads up, sometimes from under the snow, with their promise of springtime. And suddenly, before you know it, the world comes to life again in full spring glory.
What a miracle. And it happens, year in and year out. It sweeps through holidays and vacations and visits and events. I never get tired of the progression. I love it, look forward to it, plan for it. Because we can always be assured, it will happen again, ready or not.
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” Early American poet, Anne Bradstreet