Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt asks the following: “For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?”
Perhaps because I will always be both a teacher and a student at heart, fall is the beginning of the year for me. Although it is traditional to associate springtime with new beginnings, it is in the fall when I most feel the promise of a fresh start.
I have always liked fall best of all the seasons. I am not a lover of extreme heat and intense sun, so I end up spending a great deal of summer seeking ways to dodge the effects of summer. Spring is mud and rain and, as long as I have a kid in school, stress of final exams and projects and performances. And winter? Well, I live in Winnipeg. Enough said.
But in the fall anything is possible. The air is cool and I can put on my cozy sweater and walk until I’m all walked out without fear of sunstroke or mosquitos. The trees are a rainbow, and fallen leaves crunch and rustle at each step. Things are ending—the trees are shedding their coverings and revealing their underlying structure. It’s time for the trees to rest—to regroup—to store up their energy for the long winter ahead.
In spite of, or perhaps because of, all the endings, things also start in the fall. New school year. New projects. New ventures and adventures.
This is a short post today, because I am on my way to participate in one of those new adventures—a family friend is moving from her apartment into a seniors’ residence. It is both an ending and a beginning. She has had to do some major downsizing—has had to shed a lot of leaves, as it were—and that has been hard. But with that ending is a fresh start in a new home, and I am off to join in the process of making that start a good one.