Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! ― Humbert Wolfe For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven… —Ecclesiastes 3:1 We’re coasting downhill now in that freewheeling bicycle ride that is summer. Plastic pails and shovels have tumbled into clearance bins alongside star-spangled décor. In their place on the shelves are mountains of school supplies, table linens in the warm tones of fall…and yes, I’m sure I’ve seen even Christmas decorations. Could it be that the seasons tip so quickly? Every year, it seems, I’m amazed that time has raced before my eyes in its steady pace.
Changing Seasons
Changing Seasons
Changing Seasons
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! ― Humbert Wolfe For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven… —Ecclesiastes 3:1 We’re coasting downhill now in that freewheeling bicycle ride that is summer. Plastic pails and shovels have tumbled into clearance bins alongside star-spangled décor. In their place on the shelves are mountains of school supplies, table linens in the warm tones of fall…and yes, I’m sure I’ve seen even Christmas decorations. Could it be that the seasons tip so quickly? Every year, it seems, I’m amazed that time has raced before my eyes in its steady pace.