I'm back

And, Fall is coming.

I’m back in Huntsville! Other than getting sick at the end of the trip, it went well. I appreciate the short break from posting and I thank you heartily for your patience. I miss the cooler northern weather already; however, the fantastic flavors of fall are beginning to intermingle with the summer heat even here: my bedroom window is dark before eight o’clock at night, for instance; pumpkins and apples appear in advertisements, and every once in awhile I get a whiff of dried-leaves-smelling air. These all bring to mind Pies and turkey and wood fires and coats (and other promising things of that sort). Then, because it is, after all, only August, and Alabama, the sun comes out, the temperature rises, and the hints of coming happy autumn fade to the background. But it’s coming, slowly but surely, and the first day of fall is only a month away.
The first day of fall is usually a celebration in our house. Fall decor is taken from the attic and set up, a trip to the apple stand is in store, and a yummy pumpkin is purchased. Even after this, however, days of heat are eminent, but it is a pleasant reminder that fall is here. So I know that it’s early yet, and that it’s still summertime, and that the heat isn’t over, but I thought we might have a little recognition for the “whispers” of fall that have only just begun.  Have you taken a relaxing walk to-day?  Or a pleasant bike-ride?  Or paused to breathe the fresh air?  Even as simple an act as looking out the window at God's creation can help bring on gratitude and happiness.  (Especially if you have trees outside that are beginning to lose their leaves in a fallish way.)  A suggestion would be to pause and take a moment to thank God for this time of changing seasons, and for the variety created in nature, for it is a fine thing indeed that the whole of the year is not made up of one season, even if that season was a pleasant one.  I think the contrast between summer and fall is part of what makes the change so special!  But at any rate, I'm sorry that this blog post is short, but I woke up this morning with the thermometer reading "68", and I was therefore eager to celebrate.  Happy September everyone!



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