To everything there is a season
Autumn seemed to be late in coming this year, but finally summer decided to depart in a blaze of glory. This tree in my street had a luminous quality about it, almost as if showing off before shedding it’s finery and hunkering down for the rigours of winter. 
The last of the roses drooped sadly as the first frosts confirmed winter had definitely arrived. I had so enjoyed their individual beauty and perfume this year, with a longer than usual season, but now it was time for them to also have a rest.
I look forward to the daffodils poking their heads up through the frost encrusted ground, like small green armies bobbing up in clumps around the garden. With a little encouragement from the warmth of the sun on bright winter days their cheerful splashes of yellow and gold will soon be brightening those gloomier days when the clouds hang heavily over the city and the icy winds whistle off the snowy mountains and chill us to the bone.
Everything has its time. To everything there is a season. A time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Let’s not live our lives worrying about yesterday or being anxious about tomorrow. Better to seize the day and enjoy the moment.
This is the day the Lord has made. Let us be glad and rejoice in it.