For the first time in many years I find I’m embracing the change of seasons.
It seemed we barely had a summer this year so I expected to go into autumn kicking and screaming even more than I usually do.
That hasn’t been the case.
Yes, it’s dark in the morning when I leave for work, but we’re not yet at that horrible time of year when it’s also dark when I come home from work.
The days have been cloudy, wet, and gray, just right for staying indoors and catching up on projects.
We’re returning to the season of comfort food; I made chicken and dumplings for dinner yesterday.
There’s something so cozy about snuggling in bed listening to the sound of rain falling on the skylight in the en-suite.
There is finally something on TV worth watching.
I’m so thankful for this past summer and the special memories that were made with my family, but I wonder if every day was sunny and warm would I appreciate them as much? Without autumn there wouldn’t be winter; without winter there wouldn’t be spring; and without spring there wouldn’t be those glorious days of summer sunshine.
It’s like my life. I wouldn’t want to be in the spring or summer of my life forever. I appreciate the wisdom and sense of being settled comes with maturity. I’d rather be fifty than thirty any day.
Perhaps it’s because I have learned to appreciate the gifts that aging has given me that helps me to appreciate the change of seasons more this year. Whatever the reason, I’m thankful for it.