As the days become shorter,
we can observe the changing season.
We too are undergoing a transformation.
We too, are in transition.
Autumn’s arrival might be missed by some since it occurs without fanfare. Fall creeps up on us slowly, and we don’t notice the changes until cold air penetrates our summer clothing.
Autumn has come when the last vegetables and fruits are finally available in the fresh, tangy air. When the trees have begun to decorate themselves in shifting patterns of crimson and gold. Autumn is invigorating and, as we have done in the past, we find it is a wonderful time to reflect on our lives. By storing our successes away for later use, we appreciate the benefits of our efforts.
Autumn is associated with a slowing of life and serves as a vivid reminder of the passage of time. We can tell that the days are becoming shorter, and we’re used to seeing beautiful flowers blooming all summer. Everything in our environment is changing. We are oblivious to the fact that we are changing as well.
Autumn’s vibrant foliage, a swarm of migratory geese, and a plentiful harvest all herald the start of new and different things in our life. We believe that regardless of whether the cold season ushers in a long stretch of sweater weather, we should reflect on our life and slow down.
Because winter is fast approaching, the goal in the fall is to collect as much as possible. When you take your first drink of cider or inhale the lovely scent of falling leaves in the fall. Throughout the summer, there will be plenty of opportunities to celebrate your accomplishments. Animals are attracted to dig deeper into the ground, just as people are enticed to consume the plentiful fruits that will abound after the yearly cycle is completed.
When it comes to appearances, the fall is deceptive. The transitions of living beings have a deeper sense of “ending” than the fresh beginnings that they actually are. The fall season is marked by dormancy rather than death.
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I love anything to do with the seasons and celebrating the seasons. I think we have sadly grown more away from this now that we do not daily toil the soil. Your post made me realise that it is autumn that i love most, as I get older. It is spring here ‘downunder’ and so many more bird noises can be heard every day.. Thanks for joining in at Fibro Blogger Directory each week.