For everything there is a season

This week brought the first day of spring, which used to be my favorite season.  Spring was marked with the smell of moist soil being uncovered by melting snow, the arrival of crocus, daffodils and tulips, warming temperatures, and shorter sleeves. 

As spring arrives, we say farewell to winter, which used to be my least favorite season.  I used to despise the bitter cold temperatures and weather conditions that restricted travel.  As time marches on, I  have come to appreciate winter.  It does not require as much from you as the productive seasons of spring and summer.  The garden has been put to bed, the freezer is full of fresh produce and the wood stove beckons you to sit close and kick back.

Fall is a favorite season of my mother and sisters.  They love the changing colors of the leaves, the musky smell of the air and the excuse to pull your favorite sweaters out of your closet.  Only recently have I also come to appreciate fall for all of its glorious colors and temperature changes.

Summer is a busy season.  The garden puts out an abundance of produce.  Clothing requires less effort.  Colors are vibrant.  Sunshine is abundant. People cook out, vacation and enjoy baseball.

As residents of the Midwest United States, we are fortunate to enjoy all of the seasons in full splendor.  Wisdom comes in being able to appreciate the new season, even though we mourn the exiting season.  We rejoice in the colors of fall and the ability to relax near the fire in winter, as we put the garden to rest at the end of summer.  Spring brings a rebirth of flowers and foliage, along with a sadness that our time of rest is coming to an end.  "For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:"  Ecclesiastes 3:1 American Standard Version