“We live in a world that is constantly changing so we too must change.”
When autumn comes the days will be shorter. There will be cool days when the wind is cold and from the north. Fall is so so welcome and wonderful.
Leaves will tremble in the breeze stutter and pull loose. They will turn back flips and cartwheels in the air, tumble and turn, flutter and spin to the ground. There they will snuggle against fences and the garden gate to snooze till spring.
Already those humans starved in the soul by the heat and dry of a long summer have stacked retangles of hay on their porches along with half a dozen bright orange pumpkins and cutout black cats.
The moon will pose huge and orange on the eastern horizon. It will bound up into its spot. Then dark will settle in and put her early to bed.
Fall is all ours with cooler weather, pumpkin pie, hot soups and fresh baked bread. Mums in gold and red decorate porches.
In the morning and bright and early the yellow buses will stop and start to slurp up the children. The children bundled in sweaters and hooded sweatshirts with their backpacks in tow climb aboard
Autumn seems always to come and go quickly. After the pumpkin patch shuts down and the pecans, pears and apples are harvested the days are piteously shorter.
The calves born in the heat of summer are playing happily in the pasture, romping and kicking up their heels.
Now and again a “V” of Canada geese flies over headed south to warmer climates. So I switch from iced coffee to a pumpkin spice latte as hot as I can sip it.
Now there is no exact minute that fall arrives.
Here she comes and I am ready for her.
While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, And cold and heat, And summer and winter, And day and night shall not cease. Genesis 8:22