Can We Talk 2

Seasons of Life

         Someone asked me today, "What is your favorite season?" I said, "Fall", just to be polite. What I wanted to say was "Any season that I'm still alive and can take care of myself is a very good season."

         It's true all year. There is much to be said about spring with all its new growth, sounds, and fragrances. But summer is sweet, yet torrid, bountiful, and memorable. Fall is colorful, brings the harvest and like middle-age, that last great burst of beauty and productiveness. Winter may be more inhibiting, unless you ski or snowboard, but it is a time for contemplation on life's and the earth's delicate beauty.

         Any time I get up in the morning and can get out of bed, I am thankful to be alive. I am thankful for whatever season is upon us and any holidays ahead of us. I am glad to have work to do, things to read, and conversations to hold. Life is precious in all its seasons.