Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Season Of Change




Isn't fall just the most beautiful time of the year?

This photo was taken two years ago. My husband was standing on a corner in Secaucus, New Jersey. It was a breathtaking, glorious kind of a day. I recall the air feeling crisp and smelling clean--no, I was not dreaming! New Jersey sometimes bears the brunt of jokes by New Yorkers, but personally speaking, I rather like New Jersey.

We had a wonderful trip that year to the city. The fall foliage was so brilliant! Central Park and the areas around the Hudson River were just gorgeous. I know... who but moi goes to the city to see the fall foliage right?

I've been noticing how quickly seasons change these days. One day you are hanging a bright flowery spring wreath on your front door and seemingly the next day your putting up autumn decorations.

Just yesterday my home was filled with noisy, happy, sometimes bickering children. There was a neverending stream of places to carry them to and events they needed to attend. I wondered if the day would ever come they would be grown and on their own.

That was yesterday--yesterday was thirty-nine years ago.

The house is quiet now. And that day did come and now my children are grown and on their own. Funny thing is-- they now have noisy, happy, sometimes bickering children of their own.

There is a coolness and unexpected chill in the air. I ache in strange places--my bones and joints are growing humps and knots where once there were spaces. Change, change, change everywhere.

Something tells me winter is near.


"Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you." Isaiah 46:4(NIV)
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8 comments:

Chatty Crone said...

I so agree - some people believe that fall means the end - I love it and look at it as a beginning.

sandie

forsythia said...

Fall is a wonderful season. Something that's missing these days is the smell of burning leaves, so much a part of autumn days when I was a child.

Finding Pam said...

Debra, you have spoken my thoughts exactly. I do miss those days as well. Fall is one of my favorite seasons.

I hope you are well.

goodnightgram said...

What a lovely post. We can't get it back when it's gone: from bickering children to pain-free joints. Happy Autumn!

Pat said...

This is such a wonderful post, Debra. You write what my heart also feels.
Seasons have much greater meaning to me as I get older, and hopefully wiser!
Oh, by the way, I think seeing fall in the city is awesome!!!

Mimi said...

HI DEBRA!!!
FALL IS MY FAV Season, I always thought maybe because technically we do not have fall...well like fall leaves that is....it is finally cooling off here, so fall is here.......high this Sat. is going to be 64, now that is cold for the desert SW.
How have you been?????Love that golden leaf tree!!!Leaves are more like it!!!
hugs,
jamie

Sonja said...

Debra:

You've said it very well. I feel it too. But just as fall comes and goes, and winter arrives... spring is right over the horizon too. I'm so GLAD that we know He holds it all, both now and forever.

Have a good weekend.

xo

Brenda said...

This is the 2nd blog I've read today contemplating growing older. I'm liking the fact that it's just part of life and when you have the Lord it's nothing to be afraid of.
My husband was in the Hiatt on the Hudson river in NJ in Sept. They went over and 'experienced' NYC. He had a great time and wants us all to go again sometime.