Every landscape is, as it were,
a state of the soul,
and whoever penetrates into both
is astonished to find how much likeness
there is in each detail.
~Henri Frederic Amiel
It blew and it blew and it blew all day long yesterday. Then in the night the lightning lit up our north Texas skies and the thunder growled its mighty roars while rain pelted the house and brought down masses of Autumn’s colored leaves. The serious rain had ended by midnight, but the clouds never left and today their gentle, mists have made blurry our November sky off and on all day. The temperature dropped to almost freezing over night, and the winds, though not as strong as yesterday’s, have continued as well so that it has been very cold, very wet and very blustery. It seems the ancient, arctic curmudgeon wanted to give us a taste of wintry stuff before his appointed reign on winter’s throne begins. But seasons are like that, aren’t they? There’s always a beginning, a middle, and an end, and everything but the middles is really a overlapping of the before and after so to speak. One season doesn’t just slam the door on the other or keep the next one locked out according to some appointed date on the calendar. The new one just sort of oozes in a little at a time and then after a while slowly, but surely lets the next one start taking hold making of the seasons an ongoing continuum rather than a series of separate entities. And nature’s patterns have played themselves out like that for over 4 billion years! Amazing! Nature is simply amazing! As is her Creator! Something else to consider is that the seasons of our lives come and go in much the same way, do they not?
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. ~Ecclesiastes 1:6 ✝