I don’t think I would ever want to live in a climate that didn’t have four distinct seasons. As much as I complain about the heat and humidity of July and the icy-cold days of January, I know that each season brings some good things that I’m not willing to give up. Few things beat the beauty of a brand-new snow fall, and there’s nothing as refreshing as jumping into a swimming pool on a hot summer day. I love the colorful beauty of the leaves in Autumn, and the way the first spring flowers bring hope for longer and warmer days ahead.
Fall has come a bit late to my corner of the world this year, but it has finally arrived. And that means I’m spending time trimming back some bushes, storing away the pots that I use for my annual flowers, and washing my windows one last time before the temperatures plummet. Inside, I’m doing some hard-core house cleaning in preparation for the Christmas decorations I know I’ll be putting up next month.
For me, there’s something soothing about the rhythm of the seasons and the special traditions that each one brings. The changing seasons provide a sense of order to my year, because I am definitely one of those people who likes to know what is going to happen next and I know what to expect from each new season.
This year, the change of season has been especially significant because I seem to be at a point in my life when so many things are changing in ways that I can’t control. Friends who move away, co-workers who retire, minor health issues, shifting family dynamics, even our bizarre political climate….all make we wonder just exactly what the future is going to bring. Luckily, many of the changes around me are positive, but all will impact my life in ways that I can’t begin to predict.
My daughter is expecting our first grandchild in early January, and with each passing week, what was once only an abstract joy has become that much more real. Seeing her opening gifts at her baby showers, surrounded by family and friends who have turned out to offer their love and support is both comforting and humbling. I still have no idea just exactly what being a grandparent will mean, but I’m anxious to find out.
I think I will always be just a little bit intimated by change, even when it’s a change I’m looking forward to very much. And that’s okay, because it’s just who I am. But one thing I know is that each new season in my life, just like each new season of the year, will bring not only change, but also the possibility of some amazingly good gifts…..