I awoke this morning to the lovely, comforting sounds of much-needed rain. The clouds have obscured the sunlight enough that the front porch of my house is a pleasant place to sit.

All around me are signs of life, from the cornfield in front of my house, to the trees that line the creek bank. The tobacco plants across the road have blooms that are ready to be topped. Recently baled hay sits in rows, waiting to be fed to the cattle. The corn rows and tomato plants in our garden are thriving.

And yet, in a few short weeks and months, the entire landscape in front of my house will change. The corn will be picked, the stalks mowed down. The trees will lose their leaves as winter approaches. The tobacco will be topped, then harvested entirely. The produce in our garden will have been picked, shared, and consumed.

Such is life, I suppose. It moves in seasons. In the coming days, when my family and I face the end of one season, I will remember that when one season ends, another begins, and brings the promise of new life in the seasons yet to come.


  1. Lovely, Amy. I think as we grow older we contemplate these changes in seasons more, and learn to accept them for what they are. I keep telling myself that when I see if a few more gray hairs and a chin whisker here or there. :) But we accept, and we enjoy what we have, and we know that eventually change always happens.

    Very nice post. Thank you.

  2. I agree with Maddie- a lovely post and a lovely view. I find myself harmonizing with the seasons as they come and go- I can feel them as they're changing, even in subtle ways. I see dead leaves in my yard already and feel the impending changes that are coming.

    Thanks for sharing today.

  3. Amy:
    This was beautiful. And touching knowing the inspiration behind it.
    I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother.
    I'm thinking about you and her.

  4. Amy, I'm so sorry if you've suffered the loss of a loved one. My condolences to you and your family.

    I used to love fall and winter but now I dread them. It's an age thing. I always wonder if I'll be around to see spring come again. Like I said, it's an age thing. You've still got quite a few years yet before time accelerates on you.

  5. Beautiful thoughts. Here in there rural countryside we gauge the season by the crops we see growing, the field we see harvested, the land around us... I wonder how different the seasons are for someone who's never left Hong Kong or New York or any large city. What are the seasons to them?

    Sorry for the loss of your grandmother. Grateful to know that she is surely joyful this day.

    Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
    I'll fly away;

    To a home on God's celestial shore,
    I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

    When the shadows of this life have gone,
    I'll fly away;

    Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
    I'll fly away (I'll fly away)

    Just a few more weary days and then,
    I'll fly away;

    To a land where joy shall never end,
    I'll fly away (I'll fly away)

    I'll fly away, Oh Glory
    I'll fly away; (in the morning)

    When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
    I'll fly away (I'll fly away).