I think officially autumn is my favorite season, if not purely for the brilliant splashes of colour around the place, then for the dark nights and the chance to curl up on sofas with cups of tea and read books under blankets, for the crisp blue sky days full of possibility and the ever closeness of the Christmas season. To quote Mr Plass once more:
“When I’m in heaven, tell me there’ll be seasons when the colours fly,
Poppies splashing flame, through dying yellow, living green
And autumns burning sadness that has always made me cry, for things that have to end.
For winter fires that blaze like captive suns, but look so cold when the morning comes,
I love the way the seasons change.”
Here are pretty autumn pictures:
In other news, tomorrow we move into our new house, I’m looking forward to not being a nomad anymore, although something has just clicked in my brain to warn me from ever getting too settled here on this earth. Eternity seems so out of reach for much of the time but these times of having no fixed abode remind me that this world is not my home. As beautiful and wonderful as it is, it is still messed up, it is still in rebellion against it’s Maker, there is still so much more to come. There will be a day when our tears will be wiped away once and for all time.