Autumn finally arrived here overnight on Friday ... literally. On Thursday the high for the day was 83 degrees. On Friday it was still in the 70's but the rain was moving in. Overnight Friday into Saturday it rained and rained, and when I woke up on Saturday morning the temperature was 34 degrees, the heat had kicked on, and when I opened the curtains, the tips of the trees around my building were sporting vibrant hints of color against a brilliant, Autumn-blue sky!
I always feel as if I wait the whole year for Autumn to come, and when it's as late as it was this year, I get impatient. It's my all-time favorite season of the year and I just wished it lasted a little longer, or at least as long as winter seems to last. The temperature is just right for jeans and sweatshirts, the air tingles with the promise of pumpkins, and the colors, well, the colors are often beyond words. It's as if Mother Nature were helping us to record the beauty our minds to hold us over during the dark days of winter. I know it feels a bit like the movie, "Groundhog's Day," but sometimes I do wish it could be Autumn all year long.
Wishing away our days for something outside of our control does not serve us. I think that's why Mother Nature created four different seasons. She wanted us to learn those things that would serve us as we evolved, things like patience, growth, and having goals or dreams to name a few. Can you imagine not having enough spring and summer to grow our food, or give baby birds enough time to grow in their shell? And what about us? Which one of us would like to see our grey hair and wrinkles show up years ahead of time by wishing life moved faster? Wishing away our time hoping to change things that we have no control over is the same as wishing away our lives. That time can be better spent on finding ways to bring joy into our lives ... like enjoying Mother Nature's Fall Art Exhibit for as long as she keeps it hung out there. Now that's something we can not only hope for, but achieve.
And so it is.
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