Autumn is upon us. It’s time for breezy, nippy days; chili suppers; crunching golden leaves beneath your shoes. It’s time for evenings curled up under a warm blanket with a good book and a cup of tea. I love the changing of seasons. Everything becomes new again. Things I grew weary of just six months ago, when the chill of winter began to drain me, now seem inviting and welcoming; like something familiar yet fresh.
Maybe I will pull out a favorite book I haven’t read for a while. Maybe the one about the pioneer woman heading west in a covered wagon. She’s hardworking and passionate; resilient and graceful. The cover is worn and old, but the story is like an intimate friend you miss and long to spend some time with. Inside I’ve tucked away an encouraging bookmark with words of hope. The bookmark tassel is a golden yellow, like the fall leaves drifting to the ground, just outside my window.
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