As I looked out my window, I’m sure I saw summer and fall go sailing past. The back maple that was just starting to turn colors yesterday is completely golden this morning. The front yard maple was at its loveliest yesterday and now the wind is trying its best to take away its beautiful plumage. With all the leaves, by the handful, that the wind is taking, so goes summer and, yes, I’m afraid even fall. The trees will soon be winter-bare.
That isn’t necessarily a bad thing; it happens each fall. It’s just that it’s always kind of a shock to realize the warmth of summer will soon be a memory.
I think of past falls here in Arkansas and two little children who loved playing in the leaves. I remember a tire horse swing that moved back and forth in the wind. And, the play set with the swings that the wind moved along as if somebody still swung on them. But time moves on. Seasons change and the familiar goes away in favor of something new. It isn’t bad, but it is different. It takes some getting used to.
The older I get, the faster time flies by. Still, the seasons do carry a surprise. I get used to weather and nature looking a certain way, and then it changes again.
You’re right. It sure does seem to fly by. I’m grateful for the seasons changing, though. Thanks for writing, Morgan.