Today we took another one of our walks on this trail near our house. The path of the trail leads through a very wooded area, dense with trees, vines and bushes. At times we have been lucky enough to spot a deer standing perfectly still like a soldier at attention. Sometimes a bunny rabbit or squirrel will make its presence known. And today a tree frog sang out to us as if to say, “look at me, look at me!”
We were walking along, talking about this and that – when all of a sudden Greg said, “listen!” I stopped and heard a rustling noise – more than the rustling of an animal stalking us in the bush beyond where we can see. I looked up and to my surprise, I saw the MANY leaves falling from the tall trees far above our heads. They made quite a demonstration of it – crackling and bumping the tree branches on their long descent down. It was really breathtaking.
And so we continued along ever mindful of the change in the path, now covered with crispy newly fallen leaves – and the turn in the weather in the last few days. The 29th day of August – it is official. Fall is already here.
As I contemplated this, I must admit that I was sad. I love fall – don’t get me wrong. Living in the Pacific Northwest has been beautiful this summer but very short-lived. I am sad that we have to wave goodbye too soon.
Still – I do love the crisp and cool mornings and the smell of the earth as things change in the weather. I love the fall colors and the season that it precedes.
And there is nothing like falling leaves – full of color, as they float to the ground. Sometimes they are silent and fall without our knowing. Sometimes they make a BIG NOISE as they fall. But they fall just the same. It is a fact of life. We can either accept them and their ultimate demise – even if we think it is before their time, or we can cover our eyes and ears and say, “NO! I won’t accept this!” Either way – it is going to happen.
Fall is a time of death. It is a resting time for nature. It is a time to regroup and take a nice long nap. The beauty of those leaves reach their final peak of brilliant color – just as they are about to die. God designed that even death would have its own beauty.
Take a walk today – observe what is happening in nature. Another turning of events – another season unfolding before our eyes and ears. And in the long winter months – we can be assured that just as things had to die – they will be reborn again. Spring is coming.
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