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Whittling Away: Seasons

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By Dick Brooks

For Capital Region Independent Media

Headshot of a man named Dick Brooks.

Pumpkins are starting to make their annual appearance on front doorsteps. Fog coats the yard in the morning. Leaves are starting their short flight to the ground and the squirrels frantically scurry back and forth preparing for the coming of the hungry time. 

Fall is making its annual trip down the valley, changing the summer green to the short brilliance of autumn. 

The holiday season will soon be upon us. Hordes of little ghosts, goblins, zombies and princesses are ready to kick off the season on Halloween, to be followed by Thanksgiving and the cluster of holidays that come in December. Being Christian, the most important one to our family is Christmas. The New Year then makes its appearance and the seasons start their yearly march again. 

I have participated in this annual march of the seasons for eight decades so I’m quite familiar with it.  It’s still early in what promises to be a pleasant fall day. I’ve had my morning mug of coffee and a nice woods walk with our trusty canine companion, Telly, who had a wonderful time pointing out which trees the squirrels were using and the paths the deer and bunnies were using on their journeys through our little forest. 

Fully caffeinated, wide awake and lungs full of fresh air, I settle into my recliner for a little ponder time to start the day. 

I’ve never given much thought to how our lifecycle parallels the pattern of the passing seasons.  Spring—the borning time. Everything is new and fresh, the beginning of life, the growing and developing time.

Summer—growing to maturity, reproducing, being fruitful and reaching your maximum size and strength.

Fall—harvesting what you planted in the spring, nurtured as it ripened and grew through the summer and storing it for the day that you’ll need it as the plants reach the end of their growing season and start to wilt and dry. It’s a time to enjoy the fruits of your labors and enjoy the beauty and brilliance of the end of the growing time.

Winter—the time for drawing inward, the cold resting time, time to look back on the seasons that came before and enjoy what was. The time when the seeds of you dry and wither and look forward hopefully for the coming of spring and the rebirth to come. 

The passing of the seasons and the cycle of life, dependable, comforting and forever. It gives me a warm, kind of a sacred feeling and brings a little smile to my lips. 

Good way to start the day. I think I’ll take Telly for another walk in the woods.

Thought for the week—Enjoy the day regardless of the season 

Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.

Reach columnist Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.com.               

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