A friend sent me an e-mail this morning with a picture attached. Caption: Summer and fall... come and gone. Her note read: “Look what I woke up to this morning.” And there in the picture was her deck and two chairs covered with snow. It was a gray day – not a hint of sunshine – the kind that depresses me.
I love the snow, but I’m not quite ready for it. It's too soon! I’m sitting here enjoying a sunny 49º afternoon. From my windows, I can see many colors remaining on nearby mountainsides~ enough to make one say, “Ahhh! and Oooo!” and wish autumn weren’t so close to being over for another year.
This lovely season comes and goes too quickly, doesn’t it? Don’t you sometimes want to shout at Mother Nature, “Hey, slow it down just a wee bit so we can enjoy it?” It’s hard to keep up. Just when we get used to one season, another one pushes it out of the way and takes over. We have no choice but to adjust... like it or not.
Long before the sweltering days of summer are over, stores are filled with Halloween paraphernalia, turkeys, gourds, and all sorts of Thanksgiving gear. Closeby, we find Christmas cards, trees and other decorations for adorning our homes and surroundings to make ready for the most important holiday of the year.
When we were kids impatiently waiting for Christmas to come, the days passed by like a slow, boring parade, but now that we’re grown, it seems we no sooner get the decorations put away until it’s time to take them out again.