Seasons

Isn't it romantic how the seasons change? 

Days that are bright blue, sunny, humid, hot, buzzing bugs, lush trees, flourishing plants, tremendous thunderstorms, pools and lake and rivers with their abundance of visitors, skin that has soaked up so much of the warm, yellow sunshine that it's turned brown... then the Lord tells the South-wind to cease and wakes up the North-wind and after a few days the bright blue changes to a delicious grey, the sun is filtered by clouds, humidity flies away with the coming of the crisp breeze, buzzing bugs begin to buzz less, lush trees transform into fiery hues of red, orange and yellow, rain falls more often but its more leisurely and often cover an entire day with the soothing sound of water drops colliding with the unfinished summer projects, the final gathering of produce from gardens and the cozy little houses. Visitors to the bodies of water stop wading into them but choose rather to curl up in quaint coffee shops nearby them and observe the arresting weather. The brown skin is hidden by layers of soft, thick, comfy sweaters or dense, pleasant jackets, heavy scarves, and wool socks. The pace of summer slows and we ease into autumn. From iced tea, popsicles, watermelon and grilled burgers to fresh bread, hearty soups, hot chai, and apple pie. Reflecting on the adventures of the passing season and settling into the season of studies, harvest, preparation and planning for holidays. From laying in the grass, basking in the sun, hearing clothes flap as the dry on the line to nestling into a porch swing or sofa, reading piles of beautiful books, and soaking in every moment of the gradual changes of my familiar scenery.

Life is so charming!