Some thoughts today on the unofficial
passing of summer. Even though we still have a few days of hot and humid
weather before the linear summer of two thousand and twelve is over for most
of us.
Pencils and books replace endless days of
play for school children and we adults have the short glories of fall to
prepare for the deep of winter. There’s wood to bring and things to find and
fix.
As the summer seemingly passes and blends
into the fall there is a graceful tranquil moment for the new to begin emerging
from a place invisible in the green months and long light of summer. That
moment is the Labor Day holiday.
This calendar enchantment of change to the
dawning time of color, is neither a first nor last, for seasons are an annual
birth in their own time, recasting their unique image year after year after
year.
So swaddle the birth of change and nurture
her gifts. Let us hold the memory of a placid and peaceful summer in our hearts
of hope and let us be joyfully expectant of a crisp and brilliant fall.
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