Our weather has been so odd, this year, but thank God for the gift of seasons. We need the changes.
Summer is bright, neon lime green, orange and hot pink colors, excited children, cooking outside, visiting places or people. Walking barefoot, longer days and warm nights. It's catching fireflies, eating popsicles and juicy watermelon. It's running through the fire hydrant or the water hose. It's watching the flowers and vegetables grow and the smell of new-mown grass. Summer is sandals and sundresses. Summer is lemonade and salad. Summer is family.
Fall is the beginning of settling down. With fall comes peaceful colors, rust, orange, browns and greens. It's watching autumn leaves drift slowly to the ground, and it's walking through a pile of them, listening to the crunch. It's seeing mounds of mums in fall colors, scarecrows and the smell of burning leaves. Fall is shorter, darker days and skies full of stars with an ebony background. It's the smell of candles, pumpkin spice cappuchino, bread baking and good soup. Fall is the smell of new school supplies and the sound of the school bus. It's the time and the excitement of high school football games. Fall is flannel shirts and blue jeans.
Winter is a blanket of quiet, a hush on the earth. The snow seems to muffle noise and the world seems calm. It's gray skies, purple clouds and softly falling snow. Winter is rushing home to our retreat, our safe place. It evokes images of a stable with warmth from animals and the birth of the Christ Child. Wise men carrying gifts a long, long way and following the light of a solitary star...finally to find the child and the presence of an angel. Winter is being with family, loving "snow days", sled rides, building snowmen, watching movies together and quiet reading. Winter is soft, subtle lights on the tree and happiness and surprise in your children's eyes. Winter is the smell of wood burning, wet mittens and cookies baking in the oven. With winter comes a bonding to the family that only peace can bring. Winter brings a solitude that sooths our souls, calms us down and stops our frantic running. It's a time to go to bed early, wrapped in warm quilts and the love of someone's arms.
Spring is a season of new birth. It brings us out of the cold, quiet days of winter. We open our doors and windows to fill our homes with fresh air. Spring is hope. Our hope is Easter Sunday and is still cemented in the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It's a time for planning a garden and planting seeds in the soft earth. We watch for the first green tip of daffodils or tulips. Spring brings house bound children outside to feel the warmth of the sun. It brings out the tricycles, bicycles and baseball gloves.
I love all of the seasons and love to watch the changes. God knew what He was doing when He created them for us.
Summer is bright, neon lime green, orange and hot pink colors, excited children, cooking outside, visiting places or people. Walking barefoot, longer days and warm nights. It's catching fireflies, eating popsicles and juicy watermelon. It's running through the fire hydrant or the water hose. It's watching the flowers and vegetables grow and the smell of new-mown grass. Summer is sandals and sundresses. Summer is lemonade and salad. Summer is family.
Fall is the beginning of settling down. With fall comes peaceful colors, rust, orange, browns and greens. It's watching autumn leaves drift slowly to the ground, and it's walking through a pile of them, listening to the crunch. It's seeing mounds of mums in fall colors, scarecrows and the smell of burning leaves. Fall is shorter, darker days and skies full of stars with an ebony background. It's the smell of candles, pumpkin spice cappuchino, bread baking and good soup. Fall is the smell of new school supplies and the sound of the school bus. It's the time and the excitement of high school football games. Fall is flannel shirts and blue jeans.
Winter is a blanket of quiet, a hush on the earth. The snow seems to muffle noise and the world seems calm. It's gray skies, purple clouds and softly falling snow. Winter is rushing home to our retreat, our safe place. It evokes images of a stable with warmth from animals and the birth of the Christ Child. Wise men carrying gifts a long, long way and following the light of a solitary star...finally to find the child and the presence of an angel. Winter is being with family, loving "snow days", sled rides, building snowmen, watching movies together and quiet reading. Winter is soft, subtle lights on the tree and happiness and surprise in your children's eyes. Winter is the smell of wood burning, wet mittens and cookies baking in the oven. With winter comes a bonding to the family that only peace can bring. Winter brings a solitude that sooths our souls, calms us down and stops our frantic running. It's a time to go to bed early, wrapped in warm quilts and the love of someone's arms.
Spring is a season of new birth. It brings us out of the cold, quiet days of winter. We open our doors and windows to fill our homes with fresh air. Spring is hope. Our hope is Easter Sunday and is still cemented in the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It's a time for planning a garden and planting seeds in the soft earth. We watch for the first green tip of daffodils or tulips. Spring brings house bound children outside to feel the warmth of the sun. It brings out the tricycles, bicycles and baseball gloves.
I love all of the seasons and love to watch the changes. God knew what He was doing when He created them for us.
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