Someone recently asked me which is my favorite season. I was stumped.
I realized I don't have a favorite. Or perhaps the truth is: I have four. I love autumn because of crisp red leaves and soft gray rains and whistling winds. Winter is my favorite when it swaddles the earth in a shushing hush of snow. Yet I am totally enamored of spring, with its peonies and tulips and lilacs. And who doesn't love summer nights, with their fireflies and their cricket lullabies?
Seasons are not perfect, of course. Summer brings heat and biting bugs along with a soothing cover of green. In winter the long late light of summer nights is missing. Springtime storms can be unnerving. And the trouble with Autumn is - it's not Spring.
'For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.' (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Painting: H.A. Brendekilde, 1902
Such a sweet post. It brought a smile to my face.ReplyDelete
I was thinking some similar thoughts about the four seasons. I love each season in season and for the reasons you so eloquently outlined. All that said, I love, love Autumn.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kathleen and Brenda!ReplyDelete