Sshhh! Please Don’t Tell I Told You This!

Can we still be friends if I tell you a secret?

Oh good!

Because, you see…the secret…

it’s ALL about these seasons.

BIG huge siiiiggghh

Exhale!

I struggle with the change of seasons.

There I said it.

Remember last year when it got a little crazy

and every one went all “Fake Fall”?

AND July…

July just got up and tip-toed out.

So there is Winter to Spring.

And we won’t discuss Winter here

because I start looking forward to Spring on

January 7th.

Then Spring FINALLY arrives and kinda

rains its way into Summer.

And Summer is filled with birds chirping

and grass growing

and leaves twisting and twirling on their stems

in a ballet of beauty

and flowers pressing their pretty faces toward the sun.

THEN about July 22nd I start to notice that the leaves

in all their ballet twists

and ballet twirls

are really looking tired

and WEARY

like their stems can hardly bear

one more little twist

or

one more little twirl

and then….gasp…

the other day…

on the FIRST day of Fall,

the wind blew

it blew a looonngg and

HOT exhale.

Whoooosh.

The wind exhaled hot and long.

It did.  The wind exhaled

and the leaves dropped.

And my heart felt sad because I saw some

bare trees.

Trees without leaves.

Leaves that could no longer twist and twirl.

There the leaves lay, in all their crimson and pumpkin spice beauty,

just waiting to be raked or scuffed along the

edge of the sidewalk.

They lay waiting for the next long exhale of wind

to scatter them along a new path.

Soon the time will change and it will grow dark earlier.

Soon the crisp chill will turn to damp and frigid cold.

But in the mean time, while my heart may be feeling sad,

I’m going to celebrate in this season.

I’ll make hot chocolate with fluffy creamy topping

and hot cider with cinnamon sticks

and build a bon-fire

and have friends over

and layer my clothes for a creative fashion statement

you know…scarves…fuzzy boots…sweaters and leggings…

I’ll take pictures of fallen leaves.

I’ll change out the décor on the porch.

I’ll look across the landscape changing from crisp green

to golden and brownish…and be grateful that I can SEE

the change.

AND I will count my blessings.

Because I really don’t like the seasons to change,

but one thing I have DEFINITELY learned in my “young” life,

is that there will be seasons of change…

and they won’t always be fun…

they won’t always be the season you want…

but there can be JOY.

You may have to sip some hot cider on the porch.

And swirl your cinnamon stick around and around

around in the mug of cider

and look deep into the cider of life

the cider of the season

and look for the joy

and look for the blessings

and look for the extra in the ordinary.

But when you seek it…you will definitely find it.

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P.S. And another part of my secret (if we are still friends),

is that you can mix real fall with fake fall and make a “window box”

for the table on your front porch.

Fill a 25 cent basket from a yard sale with a real live mum and fake fall foliage.  But if you really want to go all upscale, all over yourself, with your 25 cent basket, just give the garage sale lady a $1.00 for the basket and tell her to keep the change because that basket is totally worth a dollar.  Shhh…that secret is just between you and me, friends, you know.  But that’s how to go all upscale sorta fake, sorta real Fall décor, y’all.

4 thoughts on “Sshhh! Please Don’t Tell I Told You This!”

    1. Yes, Donnie, I know what you mean about the hint of cool. We had our HOTTEST day of 2017 on Friday the first day of Fall. Isn’t that something? xo rachel

  1. Oh now Fall is my favorite season!! That sense of time’s rapid passing becomes a little bothersome though…we’ll just take it as it comes….. enjoyed your reluctant celebration of the change! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Yes! Fall is so very lovely. I do truly try to find beauty in all seasons. But yes, the time flying past is a little difficult. I agree. Thank you for your kind words and your visit here!

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