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Seasons

The Minnesota state fair opened up on Thursday. This can mean only one thing … summer is coming to an end. Tonight the Game of Thrones finale will air and much of my summer tv watching will come to a close. With the sadness of the winter is coming departure is the notice of Pumpkin is coming.

With fall arrives the smell, the smell of leaves and fall fires, of warm food, the crunch of leaves under foot, new tv. Back to school for kids (school supplies!) Sweatshirts!!

Fall is my favorite season. I thought on it a while today trying to pinpoint why it is my favorite… and I guess… it is probably because it is the season of change.

The whole season is a drastic visual transformation. It exposes the raw and naked beauty of what the true form of nature holds. Leaves are stripped bare from the branches of trees. Forced to sustain and maintain their strength on what is within hidden deep inside. People retreat to things they remember from years past, warm comfort foods. They choose to slow down and take the time to fill their homes with things that feel warm.

The change underfoot from the soft grass to the crunch of dried leaves brings comfort, that grounded feeling. Bring part of bringing the earth back to itself. The earth begins reclaiming of part of itself and changes into its purest form to stand the test of wills during the long battle of winter.

Of course I am a huge fan of the foods of fall, pumpkin, squash, cranberries, apples. My body likes to eat with the seasons, so at the peak of summer I crave those fresh garden veggies… but I look forward to the fall foods all year. We are fortunate to live in a time when we have access to foods year round but eating seasonally available foods just taste better. I’m sorry no winter tomato is ever going to taste as good as a summer farmers market one. No grocery store apple will ever compare to the taste of one I get from the local orchard fresh from the tree.

Spring is my second favorite season, for similar reasons. The rebirth process is beautiful as things awaken and find new strengths, but I find the raw beauty of being exposed much more intense. Winter is the season of waiting. Like holding your breath, to see if you will have the strength to survive. Survive the pain, survive the cold, survive the long darkness. It represents the heart and determination… much like pain, without it growth can’t happen. It’s my third favorite time of year.

That leaves summer… my very least favorite time of year and I’m happy to see this coming to a close. It feels like the season that is the result of every other seasons hard work… and pain, and change. It is the time of year to “relax.” In life if you stop working for change you will lose the momentum you have made. You don’t get to just stop time. It keeps going. Plus it’s just too hot in the summer šŸ˜‰