Seasons Change
I love summer. Summer is quickly coming to an end in the Midwest. I am mourning the lazy hot days of digging in the dirt of my garden, sitting on my back deck reading or listening to country music, (yeah I said country music) and hearing the crickets sing at night. I like not having a schedule with the kids and taking the day as it comes. I like wearing sun dresses and flip flops, sitting on the beach making my bronze more bronze, and watching my kids play in the ocean and scream as they get knocked down by each wave.
Fall is a pretty time of year where colors come to life and the crisp air wake you up like a good cup of coffee. Fall is the time when school starts again and routine is back in full swing. Get the kids up, yell about time, take to bus stops, go to work ( Me time) , get kids from bus stops/carpool, help with homework, cook dinner, soccer practice, tutoring, Wednesday night bible study and youth group, yell about chores , baths, backpacks, computer, tv,....you get the picture? I'm tired just thinking about it. Fall is when the weekend is " my happy time" unless it is packed with commitments. Fall is when football , the smell of bonfires, sounds of marching bands and that dressing, collard greens, and macaroni and cheese put a smile on my face.
Then the dreaded Winter. When everything dies. Trees are bare and my skin feels like leather. My hair takes a beating from the artificial heat. Shea butter and Coconut oil are like grace and mercy. Days are short and this is when SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) comes to visit. This is the time I feel like that cartoon where the cloud over my head keeps following me and only me. The bright spots in Winter is Christmas and my son's birthday. I thank God for the gift of sunny Winter days. I know God created those days just for me. It's like He is smiling at me and saying "it's going to be alright."
Spring comes and me, the grass and the trees come back to life. That first sign of a daffodil is a promise that Summer is not far behind. Seasons change.
Then the dreaded Winter. When everything dies. Trees are bare and my skin feels like leather. My hair takes a beating from the artificial heat. Shea butter and Coconut oil are like grace and mercy. Days are short and this is when SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) comes to visit. This is the time I feel like that cartoon where the cloud over my head keeps following me and only me. The bright spots in Winter is Christmas and my son's birthday. I thank God for the gift of sunny Winter days. I know God created those days just for me. It's like He is smiling at me and saying "it's going to be alright."
Spring comes and me, the grass and the trees come back to life. That first sign of a daffodil is a promise that Summer is not far behind. Seasons change.
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