The trees are beginning to go now, and maybe because we have
had such a decent summer, with sunshine and warmth continuing even now, I feel
happy to see the colours showing vibrant and varied. There is a season for
everything under the sun, it says in Ecclesiastes, and when a season has been
true to its expectations it is a joy to see one season segue into the next.
Not always like that in Scotland, and not always like that
in life.
Very often we have cool or wet summers, grey and overcast
and with temperatures barely warmer than what we might have in February. When
the weather is like that, moods can continue grey and overcast too, and seeing
the fall colours starting can be discouraging.
We think of the seasons of life equating with our age, so
that the winter comes at the end. But some people are born with significant
health problems which eliminate the hope of spring and the fulfilment of
summer. Others have economic constraints or political upheavals which cut short
the normal seasons which should be theirs.
I feel very blessed to have lived a life so far blessed with
the orderly unveiling of the seasons. Now I am a gramma, and am very aware that
this is a new season. I wouldn’t equate it with winter just yet though! More
like the colours of autumn. Beautiful. Vibrant. Glorious. And also, a tinge of
sadness, reminded that time does pass, and that I will not be here to enjoy the
whole life of this beautiful granddaughter.
The hope of a Christian’s autumn, though, and indeed her
winter, is that round the corner is a springtime filled with flowers and hope,
joy and freedom. In the colours of autumn, there are no shades of grey.
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