Friday, September 28, 2018
Turn, Turn, Turn
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens.
Fall officially arrives last week, but with temperatures in the upper 80s here in Georgia, it sure doesn't feel like it. Yet, the signs of the season are surprisingly here.
Leaves, especially those from the oak trees, are intent upon littering our deck. My husband, Danny, and I are scratching our heads because we have no recollection of this ever happening in September. And the acorn "bombs" that shower down and explode on that same surface? Makes me think Racer is up there with the local squirrels, helping them secure their annual harvest, while playing practical jokes on us at the same time. If you've ever had one of these errant nuts hit your head, you won't soon forget the impact. One big ouch!
Thus begins the autumnal chore of daily deck sweeping . . .
Remember the flowers we plant in the spring?
For the most part, they thrive during the summer months, with the exception of the poor Toe Tickler.
Either too much or too little water led to its untimely demise.
Think be-gone-ias. They start off strong, but as September rolls around, they become anemic and spindly. Danny dumps them before I can photograph them in their waning state, but believe me, it was a sad sight to see.
The Chocolate Chip plant meets the same fate.
Danny makes the mistake of feeding it Miracle-Gro, thinking the purple blooms might regenerate, only to discourage any and all further growth.
But the double impatiens and the Polka Dot plant, purchased to replace the Toe Tickler, are still flourishing.
As the temperatures drop over the next few weeks and fall, at long last, turns to winter, these, too, will be laid to rest. Their season passed; their duty done.
As King Solomon so aptly expresses in Ecclesiastes, there is a time and a place for every activity under the heavens. Seasons come and go. They will continue to come and go. And we must turn, turn, turn into each one.
Only God remains unchanging and unchangeable.
For all eternity.
Let us give Him the praise and the glory in every season of our lives.
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