Fall

My perspective on fall has changed in the last few years.  I now can tell it is fall because there are some evenings where I can open my window and it actually helps to cool down my apartment.  Going outside in shorts and a t-shirt can be comfortable instead of simply hot.  There are also a few trees that look less green and have a somewhat yellowish tinge.  I have driven past a couple of soybean fields where the plants are all dried out; they look more like fall than the trees.  Also, with some cooler and refreshing mornings the students have started bringing sweatshirts to school.

Growing up (in Canada, not southern Louisiana) fall meant frost overnight.  The leaves turned yellow,  brown, and a few rare ones red, and actually fell off the trees.  The plants in the garden finished producing and died - typically because of the frost and the cooler weather.  There was also often fresh snow on the mountains.  Pants and light jackets became the norm for outside, and sometimes gloves were appropriate when biking to school.  Fall also had a crisp freshness accompanied by its own unique smell.

I continue to enjoy fall and the change of season, despite the variation resulting from different locations.  I am extremely grateful that God blesses us with seasons and that He is faithful to watch over us and provide for us throughout the changing seasons.

I am reminded of Genesis 8:22 - "As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease."