Some of you will look at this and think, “BANG!”
Others will cry, “Mother? Mother?” like Bambi in an attempt to make me cry yet again over a movie I’ve watched a hundred times.
I; however, love the fact that I can wake up on crisp, fall mornings, as tendrils of fog swirl around the trees, slip out onto my deck to breathe it all in, and see this.
Anytime I’ve considered planting a garden I hesitate, because I know the deer and bunnies will nibble away at it, and I don’t want to dislike them. They are such a part of my world, greeting me throughout the days, and I am thankful for another day that God has given me to revel in His creation.
This weekend we celebrated my birthday. As I thought about this past year, I realized I’m not really thinking about getting older. And I don’t really care if I’m getting older. I’m just thankful that I have had another year to live and celebrate the moments of life by sharing in the life around me, and all my little backyard friends.
So, in the words of Bambi’s mother, “Everything in the forest has its season. Where one thing falls, another grows. Maybe not what was there before, but something new and wonderful all the same.”
It’s all so truly new and wonderful and beautiful, isn’t it?