Autumn is when I fall in love with the seasons and rarely will you hear a complaint coming from this bleating lamb at this upcoming time of the year. Outside the first through the fifth of October a bit hard to swallow, though my sister has passed away nearly 19 years ago but after that its all a breeze. Time to get out all the comfort foods which no longer need to be kept at bay because of the layering of clothing unlike summer’s fashions that reveal your faults like a neon sign does to get you inside their establishments.
When the air is snappy to the breath and chimneys streaming with burning pine and oaks. For those lucky enough will turn to ironwood for more warmth, yet the day is warm enough to take a leisurely stroll. Shoes on those will travel on golden leaves which have begun their embracing of the grounds. Seeds have been set free by this time of frolicking between high tree tops and the earth will take refuge in places to create new roots.
That is when the lamb is happiest and feels optimistic that what ever is holding this creature back from a wayward path will also meet a fork in that place decorated in its finest colors of the season, to make way to its destiny.
“While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest,
and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and
day and night shall not cease.”
Genesis 8:22 (KJV)