When seasons change...
at least half the time I am happy about it.
My favorite season is fall. There is something about the mellowness of it and the beautiful colors - gold, brown, yellow and the diminishing hint of red and green - that calls to me. I was born in Fall, so maybe that is part of it; it speaks to me of mellow beginnings (and middles and ends...) My next favorite season is Spring - reminders everywhere of new life, rebirth, hope - be it hope for major life changes or just warmer weather and longer days to enjoy the outdoors and each other.
So at least half the time I am happy when seasons change. The other half of the time I think I am reminded that life is full of seasons within seasons and I get to choose whether I will revel and celebrate or whine and ruminate. Most of the time I think I choose to revel and celebrate in God's daily goodness to us.