Most seasons start out gradually as they work their way to their "best moments". Winter doesn't usually come barreling through (unless you live in New York). Winter starts out with a chill in the air and frost in the grass that glistens in the sunshine that is peaking through the clouds, trying to keep those mums in bloom just a little bit longer. And Spring, it makes it's entrance with tiny tips of tulips poking through traces of snow on the ground and the sound of birds flying back home from their warm winter on the beach. Summer makes the least prominent entrance. In July when the temperatures are near 100 degrees everyone always says "When did Summer arrive?".
This past week has been one of those weather urban legends. The ones that you picture an old farmer to tell when harvesting his last crop of the year. The temperatures have been in the mid 70's to mid 80's, gorgeous blue skies, bright sunshine.... and slowly changing foliage. That slow change in color gives me the chance to take it all in, and really appreciate and recognize how sometimes the insignificant things in life truly are the most spectacular.
This past week has been one of those weather urban legends. The ones that you picture an old farmer to tell when harvesting his last crop of the year. The temperatures have been in the mid 70's to mid 80's, gorgeous blue skies, bright sunshine.... and slowly changing foliage. That slow change in color gives me the chance to take it all in, and really appreciate and recognize how sometimes the insignificant things in life truly are the most spectacular.
