Tweet Last week as the Northwest plunged into a deep freeze, I was again reminded of my fascination with the changing of seasons.
Long before I understood time or cycles I would gaze out at the close of every winter watching intently each day for the first leaf bud to burst. I wanted to “see” the first day of spring, the exact moment that nature began to surrender to the transformational magic of the new season. In the fall it was the same. Sure that I could see that first hint of autumn, that first leaf that turned from green to orange, red or yellow, I would intently watch every tree.
Later I learned that it isn’t the cold or the month, but the combination of moisture and shorter days that causes photosynthesis to slow and finally stop. This knowledge hasn't destroyed the magical process and I still find myself straining to see that first piece of evidence. Of course, I can't actually pinpoint when the change begins, that's not the point. The magic occurs as I become absorbed by their beauty, the composition of the whole, the blending of the multiplying green in spring or the rich tones of autumn. It is during these seasonal journeys that I find myself questioning my place in this composition. Our place as human beings in the grander design.
What role does the change in seasons play in your life? Do you have a favorite?
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