As we move into the sleepy time of year, I am reminded of the passing of time. Wasn't it just yesterday that we welcomed our first grandson into the world? And wasn't it just yesterday that we welcomed our first granddaughter? Eight short years have passed since our first blessing arrived, and now our grand-baby blessings number five! Two more little ones will make their grand entrance in the new year. How much fun is that?
Living here in our little home on the Talbot River, it is not difficult to witness the passing of time. We welcome the arrival of water into our inlet in May. Fish, frogs, dragonflies and insects soon follow. Geese bring their mates, and soon after their little ones, to the safety of our waterfront. Our birch trees bud...and then blossom into beautiful foliage. Long forgotten flowers make their appearance as a reminder that life is constantly renewing, and revisiting.
Too soon, the summer passes. Leaves turn to yellows, reds, and browns, and fall from the trees in great numbers. Flowers wither, and nutrients move into their roots and bulbs. Geese gather in flocks and formation. Ducks visit one last time, as the water recedes from our inlet.
The Trent System is now closed to boaters, and the water level is dropped to accommodate the rainfall that is inevitable at this time of year....and the snow which will soon follow.
Everything is focused on preparation for the cold, sleepy days of winter, which are as inevitable as the spring that will follow.
What are you doing to prepare for the changing of the seasons?
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