Suffice it to say I've become a summer person. Love the sunshine and warmth. The color of skin from the fresh outdoors. The fall is lovely, melancholy, and of all the seasonal clothing, autumn colors are my favorites to wear - besides my Seahawks' attire.
I'm learning the winds in our new residence. Since we have no shortage of the stronger gusts at times, I've discovered the east wind is the most severe and threatening. Not fond of the east wind. Neither is our dog.
Our view is a 360 degree setting of God's beauty in His creation. Rural, a robust view of Mt. Rainier dressed in its neon winter white, green pastures, the foothills and Evergreens dusted with snow, that white speckling encroaching on the lower elevations.
Officially we're easing into winter but it's already here in spirit. The temps have dropped in our area into the 20s. The wind chill is a definite factor this evening as the flags whip around their pole and extend their banners straight out, flapping their protests.
I do appreciate each season, the variance, the clarity, the symbolic messages in each one. There is a purpose . . .
Father, thank you for the incredible beauty, your overwhelming generosity, and your endless love. Apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you. So much. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.