![When I was younger, I often spent time pondering which of the seasons was my favorite. Each has its own charm that I enjoy. Walking to work the past two days, I realized it’s actually not the seasons themselves that I enjoy, but rather the transitions from one to another. Whether the crispness of the air and the color of the foliage come Autumn, the first muting snowfalls of winter, or the signs of new growth in the spring, the reminder of the continuing cycle refreshes me.
As I smelled the budding cottonwoods and other early bloomers this morning, I thanked God for the yearly renewal that awakens the senses.
[picture courtesy of Chris Leboe]](http://29.media.tumblr.com/MpWdIAW43nemj0izci0D3V05o1_500.jpg)
When I was younger, I often spent time pondering which of the seasons was my favorite. Each has its own charm that I enjoy. Walking to work the past two days, I realized it’s actually not the seasons themselves that I enjoy, but rather the transitions from one to another. Whether the crispness of the air and the color of the foliage come Autumn, the first muting snowfalls of winter, or the signs of new growth in the spring, the reminder of the continuing cycle refreshes me.
As I smelled the budding cottonwoods and other early bloomers this morning, I thanked God for the yearly renewal that awakens the senses.
[picture courtesy of Chris Leboe]
