Here, we usually we go straight from summer to a few ice storms that we like to call winter. Spring is also known as Tornado Season and then we go right back to summer’s so hot you can literally fry an egg on your driveway and make cookies on your dashboard. (I have done both).
This year, however, the crisp weather has lasted a little
bit longer. Even if it is erratic.
One week I am bundled up in blankets, coats and hats in the
freezing rain for my girl’s soccer game, and the next I am worried that I
should have put sunscreen on her. Two Sundays ago my kids rolled up their pants, slipped off their shoes and played in the new fountains downtown for well over an hour. They were soaked. My son laid out his shirt to dry in the sun while we licked the frosting off our cupcakes. (ok, I rolled up my pants and took my shoes off too, but I kept my shirt on!).
Two days ago -Sunday, we got up early, loaded up our car with suitcases and gifts and headed north to see family for the holidays. Less than an hour out of town, our windshield froze over. The wipers got stuck on the ice and sleet covered the roadways.
Reluctantly we headed back home. And looked at pictures of snow and ice just
North of us, but the first snowpocalypse of the season didn’t make it this far
down 35. (I should also note that Target was completely out of Fritos, because
if it drops below 35° here …everything shuts down and we all make chili for
dinner).
One word explains it all. Texas .
Today I was thankful for the electric seat warmers in my
car. By the end of the week, the weatherman swears we will be back in short
sleeves and I guess I will have to shave my legs again.
Produce isn’t generally known for it’s beautiful foliage. The
trees I ran past in the park today I’m pretty sure were just showing off.
As I ran today, I thought about that.
Less about the science of why, but mostly that the red and the yellow and the orange that is there all
along.
We just can’t see it.
I am not good at letting things fade.
I want to keep them and hold onto them and make them look
like I think they should.
And maybe sometimes that keeps me from seeing what has been
there all along.
This way of nature resetting.
Of resting.This way of nature resetting.
Of letting go of things.
Of preparing to grow. For the new that will be Spring.
Of reminding us to look for those things that often get overlooked. Overshadowed.
Deemed less important.
It is like God is saying as beautifully as only He can to pay attention to those things.
To Notice.
To find them in others. And in ourselves.
Maybe that is why the leaves change colors.
To remind us of the beauty we often forget has been there
all along.
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