Ah, fall!
Listen.....hear the rustle in the air? I even love the definition of the word rustle...
(A soft, muffled, cracking sound like that caused by the movement of dry leaves or paper) It conjures up memories of my own childhood and those of my children. I can smell the fall air filled with dried, falling leaves and cotton ready for the picking.
I can see the smiling faces of loved ones standing in front of the fireplace with a marshmallow topped cup of hot chocolate, laughing and shaking off the crisp air and yet loving it at the same time.
Even though there is some sadness as each season fades into the background until the next season, there seems to always be excitement and fresh hope as we enter a new one.
There are always new activities with each season. I don't know which season God started first, but I always believed it was spring. Not that spring is my favorite time of year, but because it is the beginning of new life in the plants and trees. The crocus and Lillie's poking their little heads out of the ground saying, "hello world". The young birds from last season building their first homes and starting their families. The winter snow seeping its last drops of moisture into the ground. The fish calling to the fishermen, "Hey, come catch me if you can". Each season holds so many different meanings for each individual. Even the spring heavens boast and show off their fresh, fluffy white clouds floating around and creating all sorts of fun pictures for our enjoyment.
I love all the seasons God gave us, but my favorites have always been fall and winter.
With fall, our thoughts turn to the most beloved holidays of the year, Thanksgiving and Christmas. We start planning our hayrides, and the youth, and even the old, can't wait to sit close to that special person on those bumpy roads and moonlit nights. And, oh, those nostalgic smells from the bonfires. The smell of that burning wood will make even the oldest fogey smile.
I have always loved the drawings the teachers line the walls of their classroom with. The ones the children drew of turkey's, pilgrims and cornhusk stacks. The excitement of the guys going hunting for that turkey that sat in the middle of our dining tables with all the trimmings and secret recipes.
You younger ones won't remember this, but I always loved when my parents, aunts and uncles were getting ready for the winter. The laying up of fresh meat in the smokehouses, and oh, the scrumptious smell of those 'cracklins' bubbling and crackling in those big black kettles hanging over a fire.
Yes, God knew what he was doing when he gave us the four seasons. He knew we love and need seasonal changes in our lives. I'm sure each of you have your own favorite season and reasons for it. Whichever it is, enjoy it to the fullest and make lots of memories that you can someday write about.
See ya next time somewhere in a 'korner'. Remember, you never know when you may be my next hero or heroine.
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