There is a chill returning to the air. The grasses are changing and when the breeze blows over the mountains, I can smell autumn coming.
Soon. Very soon.
Fall is a time of change, and it will bring more changes to us again this year. (More on that later.)
But before it does, we are soaking up the last bits of summer. Summer is short here, so we have to love it while it stays.
The girls can’t get enough of swimming in lakes and rivers. Even fully clothed.
Watching them love being alive makes my heart live.
It wakes me up inside and makes me choose life and joy, everyday.
Our lives are moving forward and blending like the seasons.
Summer gives way to fall and winter.
Warmth gives way to cold.
But somehow, all is right and as it should be. It makes us what we are.
“Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.”
- John Muir