It’s warm here in the Shenandoah Valley, but 40 degree nights forecast for the week. One of the things I love about the valley is the definite changing of the seasons, but it seems somehow those changes have gotten a bit blurred with Climate Change, so the scientists tell us. Mom always said that we could have a “killing” frost anytime after September 15. Not this year!
Symbolically, more than any other reason, I changed the wreath on my front door, changed the air filter in my heating/cooling system, and picked the last two tiny tomatoes from my vines.
On the farm, Fall was Bill’s favorite season. Big green forage wagons were greased and cleaned to be ready for the bounty of crops soon to fill them in the ritual of harvest. Football and hunting filled his mind and hours with pure joy. Somehow it seemed, to all of us, it gave us the chance to celebrate by preserving and being grateful for the year before the hibernation of winter months.
So, bite into a crisp apple, make a pumpkin pie, buy a mum, and when the leaves start to change, find your nearest national Park and praise God for Autumn.
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Well said Ellen. God’s beauty is all around it some just do not see. As for me not into hot hot weather enjoy fall.