When I woke up early this morning and tipped the blinds to take a peek out the window, my senses tingled with the eager anticipation of settling into the coziness of fall. Why the seasons excite me so, I don't know. My guess is that it has something to do with the gift of new beginnings along my journey and how that gift refreshes my soul. I slipped on my bathrobe and even before I made coffee (!), I took the indoor walking tour to look out every window. Patches of frost glistened here and there and I could see that some of the perennials had assumed the position of dormancy. The birds were swarming at the birdfeeder in frenzied motion, their feathers slightly more ruffled. It amazes me how the instincts of all of God's creatures are so intricately programmed. For the past couple of weeks, I have noticed the squirrels racing continuously up and down the apple trees and wondered if their little muscles ever ache at the end of the day.
I couldn't help myself; I had to step outside and breathe it in! Yes, it was quite nippy but oh, so invigorating! I stood on the back porch wrapped in my robe, my bare feet in my slippers, taking it all in until I was sure the moment was completely and forever absorbed within me -- all the sights, the familiar smells and sounds that confirm the arrival of fall. Dried leaves. Woodsmoke. Chainsaws. Woodsplitters. Geese. Once back inside, there was the hum of the furnace. Instinctively, my thoughts are turning to things like knitting and homemade soup in the crockpot. That is, once the leaves have been mulched, the birdhouses cleaned out, and the gardens trimmed back. There's always some chore that gets left by the wayside but I don't worry much about that. I do the best I can and have learned to simply say, "It is what it is," and let it go at that.
On this bright blue day in October, thankfulness overflows!
"Lord, for tomorrow and its needs, I do not want......"
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