There is something about the inevitable march of seasons
that I find intriguing. We look forward to each one, and
each one brings it's own flavor to our lives. Winter is
coming and it means cold but it also means the comfort of
hot soup and warm fires and cozy times reading or playing
games. It is a time when I see two of my grandaughters
every day and listen to their triumphs and disappointments.

We welcome the warm breeze of spring time and get the urge
to plant gardens. It is a time of re-birth and renewal and
we cherish each day and enjoy being out of doors in the
sunshine.

Summer can be hot and miserable but you have the long hours
of light and dusk. It is a fine time to enjoy a cold drink
on the porch and watch the birds settle for the evening.

Autumn is my favorite. The leaves are changing and the days are golden. I always want it to last as long as
possible but I know that the trees will lose their leaves
and winter will come.

Life is analogous to the seasons. We all experience it.
I am in the winter of my life and have made a lot of
mistakes but in general it has been good and I can savor
the last few drops in the cup.