For Every Thing There Is A Season
By Jennifer Moodie 9/22/22 The wind softly blows. The leaves shimmer and rustle with the breeze, making a sort of musical sound like wind chimes. Another gust and if you listen closely, the leaves scraping each other and the ground as they are propelled along sound like subtle waves. Flurries of yellow, red, brown, and orange swirl to the ground. Watching the leaves flit and float to the ground, spinning as they go is like watching a ballet-so graceful. There is the satisfying crunch of the leaves as you walk that brings a sense of happiness. Warm fuzzy blankets and hot drinks comfort. Smells of soups simmering and pies baking fill the air with fragrances that imprint themselves into your memory. The amber glow of backyard fires that dance upwards while providing not only heat but a perfect environment for fellowship and deep discussions. Hay rides, tart apple cider, caramel apples and corn mazes provide sweet memories and family fun. Vibrant colors that only an Artist could mix spread...