I'm traveling home from the conference today and wanted to put a fresh, inspiring thought in your heart while I'm gone.
God has blessed us with four lovely seasons. We all have our favorites, of course. But the newness of each season brings fantastic memories (which hopefully wash away any sad ones).
My favorite season is Fall. I love the scent of the cool but not cold air. The colors found in certain areas of the United States are well worth the travel. I grew up in Michigan where trees cascade over roads. A fall trip can be done by bicycle. Maybe visit a mountain forest. Rich, vibrant colors.
Take a walk in the woods. Listen to the twigs, leaves, and foliage crunch beneath your shoes. Stop for a moment. Listen. Hear the birds? Many won't be there for long. They'll fly south for the winter. The day I wrote this post a flock of birds flew to the south. Already? Yeah, something about the early bird . . .
The rainy season returns.
Topping off my favorite season is Christmas, my favorite holiday. It's all about colors, people, sound, and memories.
Winter will follow. Cleansing the air with snow, blanketing the farmers field with nitrogen laden moisture, giving the trees a time to rest and the kids time to sled.
Spring will wake the Rip Van Winkle nature sprouting new buds, sending fresh floral, shrub, tree scent into the air. New life will be born. Everything fresh, new, well rested. The earth is ready to be plowed.
Summer fun rounds out this list. Beach parties, bike rides, sowing, reaping, fresh vegetables, hot sun.
Friend, Which is your favorite season and why? How can you see God in your favorite season?
God has blessed us with four lovely seasons. We all have our favorites, of course. But the newness of each season brings fantastic memories (which hopefully wash away any sad ones).
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| Photo by Mary Vee |
My favorite season is Fall. I love the scent of the cool but not cold air. The colors found in certain areas of the United States are well worth the travel. I grew up in Michigan where trees cascade over roads. A fall trip can be done by bicycle. Maybe visit a mountain forest. Rich, vibrant colors.
Take a walk in the woods. Listen to the twigs, leaves, and foliage crunch beneath your shoes. Stop for a moment. Listen. Hear the birds? Many won't be there for long. They'll fly south for the winter. The day I wrote this post a flock of birds flew to the south. Already? Yeah, something about the early bird . . .
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| Buffalo in Rocky Mountains |
The rainy season returns.
Topping off my favorite season is Christmas, my favorite holiday. It's all about colors, people, sound, and memories.
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| Cooke City, Wyoming Rocky Mountains Photo by Mary Vee |
Winter will follow. Cleansing the air with snow, blanketing the farmers field with nitrogen laden moisture, giving the trees a time to rest and the kids time to sled.
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| Montana Photo by Mary Vee |
Spring will wake the Rip Van Winkle nature sprouting new buds, sending fresh floral, shrub, tree scent into the air. New life will be born. Everything fresh, new, well rested. The earth is ready to be plowed.
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| Montana spring, the only time green can be seen, Photo by Mary Vee |
Summer fun rounds out this list. Beach parties, bike rides, sowing, reaping, fresh vegetables, hot sun.
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| An unusual tourist Photo by Mary Vee, Montana |
Friend, Which is your favorite season and why? How can you see God in your favorite season?
Comments
Mostly because the bugs are gone. I will miss the flowers, though.
Since I don't fare well, physically, in extreme heat or cold - spring & fall would be my favorite seasons of the year, with fall, probably, being at the top of the list. Some of the things I love about it: crisp, cool, air; hayrides; bonfires & weiner/marshmellow roasts (don't forget the smores); hot cocoa & spiced cider; fall harvest & anything pumpkin; beautifully colored leaves; & Thanksgiving - a time to be thankful for all of the above!