I have written before, perhaps more than once, about seasons in a metaphorical way that refer to changes in life. This time I really mean spring, summer, fall and winter. I am thankful to live in a place where the leaves turn many beautiful colors before being shed. Just a few hours from where we live, the pines and cedars stay green all year. Were it not for fall and winter we would not appreciate the warmth and light of a fire, or enjoy grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. I am thankful for hayrides, warm scarves, campfires and hot cocoa. I am thankful for spring when new life explodes in the form of sprigs of green grass, flowers, blossoms and chirping birds. I am thankful for summer, for swimming holes, shade trees, sweet tea and the smell of charcoal grills. I would rather cut grass than shovel snow, but as the old saying goes “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” As each season ends it gives us something new yet familiar to look forward to as the next season begins.
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.” Genesis 8:22 ESV