A record-breaking string of ninety-degree days this summer heightens my anticipation of the cooler temps and natural beauty of fall. Maybe it’s my contemplative temperament that suits me for this season of reflection.
Picture a fine fall afternoon, with a cool breeze tempering a warmth that caresses your cheeks as you take a walk. Your eyes take in the variety of colors: yellow, gold, rust, and crimson leaves falling or still clinging valiantly to the maple trees.
The crunchy sounds of that trampled dried foliage already succumbing to the breezes spread out on the brownish lawn. Other sounds include the cawing of crows gathered in and around their favorite trees to discuss the climate change. Overhead, other members of the bird family honk as they prepare for their exodus south.
The aroma of wood smoke fills the air as fireplaces serve to take the chill off the advancing days end. My salivary glands prepare for the delight of a spicy cinnamon tea to accompany a hot slice of buttered pumpkin bread.
I recall the past summer days full of swimming lessons, picnics, and outings. Those casual days allowed more time for grandkids and friends. Now as school is in full swing, the inside welcomes me. I stand by the fireplace to stare at the flames and meditate with gratitude for my cozy treetop nest. A good book beckons me as I curl into a soft chair and travel into the author’s world for a time.
Then, looking out at the scene before me, I focus on the gifts of Autumn God has given me. Thank you, Lord, for this season.
“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven €¦” Ecclesiastes 3:1 NLT
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
