Happy Fall Y’all. No, I’m not a Southerner, but I love to say that! I’m a Mid-Westerner who’s being drenched in buckets of rain these days and praying for the magnificent, sunny days of Indian Summer. As my mother used to say, and I would guess yours too, “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.” As a little kid, I’d run to the window, and I’ll be danged if I could see those cats and dogs coming down. And I worried too—would they be hurt when they hit the ground!?
Our leaves haven’t started to change yet, but I want to believe all this rain will turn the trees into a glorious display of vibrant red, brilliant yellow, and eye-popping orange, all mingled with a gingery amber. Each leaf glided by the sun. It’s coming, and I’m excited to see Mother Nature dressed in her finest. It’s over in a flash. Like going to the prom or planning for a wedding, it comes, and it’s gone in the blink of an eye. Then we hunker down and cuddle next to the fireplace as snowflakes glide down blanketing the trees in glistening, ruffled petticoats of white, while we wait for the splendor of spring, and the warmth of summer to visit us again.
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens. A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.” Ecclesiastes