I've been hearing the Cicadas in the trees. Their bursts of chatter remind me that fall is on its way. I delight in hearing the noise these bugs create. It reminds me to grasp hold of the warm days remaining and relish them. Their song tells me I need to take the last few free days and spend them with my children. It stirs in me the joy and excitement I always feel when the seasons change. And reminds me of the awesome God who created the beauty all around me.
For me, there's nothing quite like the end of summer. It's a mixture of nostalgia and hope. I begin to feel the stirrings of longing for an extension of the freedom of the long summer days, yet I also feel a yearning for the comfort and structure that comes with the cool autumn days.
Yesterday, as I was sitting on the front steps of my house I got to experience one of my favorite end of the summer activities...
husking corn with my daughter!
She was so funny! She was determined to help get the husks off the corn, but they were stuck fast. Finally, she decided a better job for her would be removing all the "hairs" from the corn!
Pretty soon I will be picking enough corn from my garden to fill my laundry baskets and I will gather all my children around me to help me husk the corn. It brings back precious memories of my own childhood when my sisters and I would gather around my dad and help him husk the corn. To me it isn't a chore, but a joyful time full of laughter, working together and knowing I am helping to provide for our family.
So there you have it...I am enjoying and cherishing the end of summer and looking forward to what autumn has to offer!