Most folks love the changing of the seasons, I love when winter gives way to spring and spring to summer. But when summer gives way to fall I have a reaction that I just can’t explain. Maybe it because I despise being cold and I know that winter is just a few months away or maybe it just reflects the dormancy that fall brings to the leaves and grass. Whatever the reason I view all changes of the seasons from my kitchen window. From my kitchen window I watch the cat race down the drive as if he has something he needs to tell me in a hurry, I watch the boys play basketball from that window, I watch my husband drive home from a long day at work, I see my parents make what could possibly be that last trip together to our house and I watch my Sister when she comes and goes from our house. This window quite possibly is a window to my heart.
In the Spring, I wait expectantly for one tree in particular to put it leaves on. I love the way the branches sway when the wind blows through this tree….clearly I LOVE this tree! So in the fall, when the tree with its sparse yellow leaves changes color it makes me sad…the cycle of life….but I know, that by March that tree will treat me with another spectacular season and I will be waiting and watching.