I’m not quite sure how it got to be November 3rd already.
I’d swear that I was slathered in delicious smelling suntan lotion, reading my Real Simple magazine while lounging at the pool on a blazing hot July day just yesterday.
Now I find myself wrapped in warm sweaters, craving glorious wholesome hearty food and curled up on my couch by 7 p.m. (in my jammies mind you) reading my Real Simple magazine by candlelight.
I’m always a bit apprehensive and nostalgic as one season magically transforms into another. I seem to think that I’m not ready somehow.
But then before I know it, I’m enthralled with the beauty and majesty that has unfolded before me.
I’m mesmerized by the delicious golden light of an Autumn morning after a refreshing rain.
I am thankful for the abundant harvest that has blossomed from tiny buds…and then grew…into glorious fruits.
And I am most thankful that the seasons remind me of how mysterious and delicate life is.
How the seasons seem to reflect life.
How there’s a time for everything and everything in its’ own time…
And I find myself thankful.