I had the opportunity for some R & R over the Labor Day weekend. A special friend invited me to her camp in the Catskills. The weekend was interrupted by a burned out water pump, but thanks to friends and rural work ethics, even on a Saturday morning of a holiday weekend, the inconvenience was just a few hours. And it ended with good company, needed rest and plenty of relaxation.
I was sitting on the front porch, soaking in the sounds of silence, interrupted only by the occasional rush of the dogs to play with the squirrels or other animals. I watched as the still-green leaves starting their migration from limb to ground. As the sun started setting, the temperature started dropping. It wasn’t a fall chill, but a marked change from summer. On the way back home, you could see tinges of red, gold and yellow on the horizon.
Yeah. We’re in seasonal transition.
I like having four seasons. Winter white is my favorite and the transitional seasons of colorful fall and awaking spring aren’t far behind. Summer gives us extra hours of sunlight.
What about you? Do your like the four seasons? Which is your favorite season?
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: When you allow what someone says or does to upset you, you’re allowing that person to control you.