Sandals and Boots, Boots and Sandals

Seasons.

Every time I think I have a favourite time of year, I change my mind when the new one comes around.

Summer is never long enough for me considering my roots. Until those first cold crisp evenings settle in and I have to bring out those cozy warm sweaters that I love.

And I watch as the swiftly turning leaves dry up and fall to the ground.

And the spice of cinnamon and nutmeg get into every pastry and drink and candle.

And I want the browns and oranges and deep greens to fill my apparel and the throws on my couch.

And the evenings begin to fill with Fall pleasantries. Thanksgiving. Pumpkin Festivals. Hot drinks.

The transition of family time.
We begin to sit around the family room more often with each of our own hot drinks in hand.
Instead of running around in the warm summer evenings, the sun sets faster and we settle in together at home.

Then it's that first snow fall.
And the earmuffs and gloves cover our ears and fingers.
And we go sliding down that first snowy hill.
And we try building that first snowman of the season.

And then before you know it,
The layers become less.
The snow boots are replaced for ones better suited for rain.

And the sun shines a bit longer.
And the leaves come back on the branches in their bright fresh colours.

And before you know it,
Another year has gone by.

Another set of 4 seasons has run it's cycle.
And soon the sandals will all too quickly be replaced with boots again.

And I realize, I might as well appreciate all the goodness in every season.
From sandals to boots. Boots to sandals.
They change so swiftly, that if I don't choose to enjoy it rapidly, it will pass me by and take with it,
A set of precious months and a chunk of time I will not ever get back.

Time is precious.
Seasons are precious.

And with every changing season,
I hope I took advantage of each one.
Instead of frowning about the cold that begins to settle in.