Did you ever notice how many photos are taken of things dead in nature? Almost always in Autumn too. Why do we find these images fascinating?
Killing frost has withered most flowers, and new growth for next Spring comes at this cost.
Inside dying flowers lie the seed of future growth. Dying leaves reducing into simpler forms of matter will spring forth new life.
Like I briefly looked at last post, Color Your World Tuesday, is it not ironic that hard-working Autumn gets short-changed as people gear up for Christmas? I feel like when Christmas hits the advertising markets in September, it almost kills off a season with so much to offer.
I am bewildered at reading the day after Fall arrives, people start whining about Winter.
Nature is in motion. Some flowers persist almost saying, “Slow down people.”
Looking at nature, this is a season to be reminded of one’s own mortality. A friend lost his life this week and it makes me cherish each passing season more so – life measured in seasons gone by.
Nature is changing all living things on her time frame.
This is why I don’t understand all the folks that rush the seasons. Incessantly complaining that Spring is too wet and cold, Summer is too hot and dry, Fall is too lifeless and bland, and Winter is too frigid and confining. Maybe Goldilocks has a moral to update…nothing worse than complaining about a season that could be your last.
It certainly gives me the thought to respect nature, be grateful that each season “is just right” and I’m still here to see it.