The serene hum is a constant now. Every moment outdoors, or near an open window, is full with a cascading, end of summer, serenade.
The crickets know.
You can hear it in their song.
They know to hold captive each precious moment. To seize the day and evening hours before the first frost brings about a whole new world. A change that will force them into silence and into hiding. A change that will alter the landscape and the days.
Summer is dwindling. The signs of the impending change of seasons are all around. The Goldenrod is bursting forth right next to the Purple Loose Strife. The bees are extra busy searching all available flowers for nectar.
Our stream is exploding with color. This is the best time of year for flowers here. And one of the best times to wade, explore, catch frogs, spot crayfish and get muddy, muddy, muddy!
It beautiful here. Peaceful. Serene. A melody gurgles forth from the hidden springs. The bugs pick up the bass and harmony.
One could lose all sense of time here. Enjoying. Breathing deep. Worshipping. Splashing. Giggling. And soaking in all God’s goodness wrapped up in a late summer day.
It’s in the air.
It’s something we can either be thankful for or begrudge. I choose to look forward with thankfulness toward the changes that are right around the corner.
How about you?