Daily thankfulness is good for the soul.
Even though I sincerely sang the praises of spring yesterday, I do have to admit that fall is my favorite season. It is a time for striving and straining to cease, and for true colors to show through. The colors entrance me, the low lying rays of the sun envelope me, and the crisp air invigorates me. I have always loved fall the best.
I know some people get sad in the fall, thinking it is a time of endings and of death. But I know spring will come again, and so autumn becomes a pause, a regrouping, a strengthening for me. The list of fall favorites goes on and on – football, turning leaves, campfires and s’mores, sweaters, hayrides, hot chocolate, and scarecrows, to name but a few. There is so much joy in being able to take time to savor all the good that remains once the big production of summer and harvest is finished.
Fall sings a song of blue skies, golden sun, and brilliant trees.
I am so thankful.