I am sitting at my computer, looking out the window thinking about how quickly the summer passed by. It is heading into the fall season and as the wind has picked up, the acorns from the oak tree are pelting down hitting my collection of watering cans.
The squirrels are cavorting around the remains of a walnut tree that was left after its untimely death a couple of years ago. I could not bear to have it cut down totally so there is a fifteen foot “stump” left for them to still play on. They will occasionally perch on the top and look down upon their kingdom as they chatter at me. They are impudent little rascals, but I love to watch them.
The hummingbirds have not been seen for a couple of days and I imagine they are on their way south for the winter to enjoy a more pleasant climate than they will have in North Central Indiana. I noted that the pineapple sage they always enjoy is in full bloom and while I am enjoying it, they have totally missed seeing it in its full glory.
Butterflies have prepared for the winter also and have let the currents carry them to warmer areas, leaving the plants that are needed to wither and die to the ground only to pop up again next spring. They have marked this place as a friendly garden and I will look forward to seeing the next generations return to enjoy the fruits of my labor. It is, after all, something I do for them as much as I do for myself.
Years ago when the National Wildlife Federation began their Backyard Habitat Program, I was in the first 10,000 homes to be included in the program. When I moved to my current location, my certification was in the hundred thousands. I am pleased to see that the program, which has people creating spaces and habitats for wildlife, is growing as the years go by.
So it is with my life that the seasons have passed. In the spring of my life, I began to grow and learn what was needed to survive. I adapted to the changes needed to thrive. Then came the summer of
my life where I was tested. There were times of drought and I continued to adapt and change. The temperature would get hot, sometimes unbearably, yet I still was able to make the changes necessary to continue.
Now it is autumn. It is my favorite season, and I think I am finding it to also be the favorite season of my own life. The temperatures are moderating, it is not yet rainy and dismal. The colors of fall are rich and robust. They reflect the conditions that were experienced in the summer. It is a time of thanksgiving for all of the year that has come before. Those months were needed to get to the richness of this season.
And thus it is with the season of my life. I am enjoying the autumn of my life. I see the fruits of my labor come to life in the lives of my grandchildren. I raised my children who are raising their children. I hope that the lessons I passed down did not harm them and that they are able to take the essence of those lessons to the next generation. The vibrance of the life I have had is coming to fruition in the autumn of my years. There is much yet to be done and experienced before those winter years set in.
I know that winter will follow, but not to quickly. Winters can be severe or they can be mild in Indiana. I think in the season of our life, we find that to be true for us also. I do not dwell on the winter of my life because it will come in divine order, as has the rest of my life. I will neither anticipate nor dread it.
I will just enjoy the autumn season, right now, as is given to me daily as a true gift.
Something To Ponder