ROOTS AND LEAVES, FRUITS AND NUTS

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The dry leaves gather in the corners around my house, up against the garage doors, under the porch and patio furniture, and across the driveway that was finally completed just this past summer. Although there are still cheerful pumpkins on our porches, it is nearly time to throw them in the garden as seed for next year’s crop. In just a week, much of the family will gather here for Thanksgiving dinner, and in the days after that, green and red will replace the warm browns and golds of Autumn.

 

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And like the seasons, our family tree also shows its own circles of growth. This year I am thankful for the older generation, Granddaddy and Gran and Grammy Sue, who will be here to root us to the past with rich memories and treasured stories of those who have already passed away and provide rich soil for our tree. I am also thankful for the new nests that have been carefully tucked into our branches through marriages, new relationships, and for the saplings of new family units. And I am especially thankful for the man who has been my solid, tree trunk for 29 years standing firm through all the seasons we have weathered. In just another few blinks, I know it will be our turn to root this tree. Not yet, but very soon, and then now — we will see the spring blossoms of the next generation and rejoice in the blessing of own grandchildren (probably fruits and nuts like the rest of us!)

But today there are dry leaves around my feet, reminders of this most recent summer and its rich blessings. And I am thankful.

CHANGING SEASONS

Celebrating September!

Celebrating September!

By Lisa Huddleston

It’s September 1st! Can you believe it? I’ve always heard that time flies faster and faster the older you get, and I’m started to get that firsthand. But today I’m really not minding it so much. I am one of those people who always look forward to the season to come, and the season to come just happens to be one of my favorites–fall. The only other season I like as much is whatever one is the next to come. I guess I like the promise that change holds, the opportunity to improve what is, the hope for a better day.

I’ve heard some people bemoaning the loss of summer (although it really doesn’t end until September 21st.) They are already looking at the approaching winter with dread and skipping right over the gorgeous melancholy of autumn with a giant leap. I cannot relate. There are riches to each season. The gaudy glory of spring, the warm glow of summer, the cooling breeze of fall, and the coziness of winter. I love them each in turn.

Interestingly, as I’ve pondered this topic today and naturally applied its metaphorical significance to my life, I happened upon a Facebook post by an older friend celebrating the 21st anniversary of his retirement. He listed an amazingly long litany of fabulous accomplishments since retiring. He has written books, served as interim leader of both companies and churches, traveled to several countries, built a cabin on a hill, and enjoyed his family well. His post reminds me that even in the metaphorical seasons, there is something to be looked forward to in each. I was encouraged by his joy and enthusiasm and glad to see that there is always something better to look forward to.

So today I am celebrating the arrival of September. Welcome old, new friend. I can’t wait to wrap myself in a cozy sweater and see what you have to offer!