Rushing The Seasons...

As much as I personally might like it to be autumn time, its not and its a ways off yet. Melanie and I did a bit of shopping today when I was in town to get sudan hay for the goats. In the stores, all the autumn items are being displayed. Fall is weeks away. And as soon as August is over, Christmas goods will be making their way to the shelves and as soon as December is over, Easter goods will be appearing, and then in March we will see summer clothes finding their way to the racks and things like beach towels and sun tan lotion.... Does this sort of thing make us weary of the new season before it even arrives ? We don't seem to enjoy the moment we are in, we rush the seasons. Frustrated with the weather or some such thing, only to hasten it, months early. Not much logic in that sort of thinking. We are anxious for what we don't have and then anxious to move past where we are.

Its true, right now I am guilty of that. I am plain sick of summer heat and anxious for the cooler temperatures. For days filled with wind that carries and swirls leaves in its embrace. Colors bold and bright. Sweaters and wool socks and the first fire in the stove. I can see that the marketing experts are counting folks sharing my mood, my anxiousness to move onto the next season.

But there is still aspects of summer to enjoy... the lemonade, the way cold water feels on your feet as you wade into the river. The sky so endlessly blue, and the tall white fluffy clouds that hide the sun for a moment, giving you a break from the bright sun. The time to lay in the grass, just watching the clouds go by, chewing on a blade of grass without a care in the world. That is what we have now. We have bare feet and long evenings to sit out on the porch and sip iced tea. We have beach balls to play with and sand castles to build.

I am going to make an effort to look for the beauty in where we are on the calendar, not rush the seasons along. God had a plan in all this and I might as well enjoy it.