For years now I make an annual vow.
As each summer draws to a close I vow that I will be wide-eyed and aware so I can capture the first glimpse of fall. It seems to me that each fall I suddenly notice not one tree frosted with the season’s palette but the entire street seems to have dressed itself in Autumn overnight. I know this is not true. Like aging, the season comes slowly.
At the end of July this year I was walking my dog when I discovered a perfect fall leaf on the ground. It stopped me in my tracks. July? So soon? I picked it up and admired its redness…almost magenta in spots. It was breathtaking. Reverent, in fact. I looked up and turned a 360 there in the street to find the turning tree from whence it came. Nothing. Green, green, green everywhere. No color, no turning. Nothing.
Almost 10 weeks have passed since that moment. Kansas City is beginning to color. Vines of the most mesmerizing color of red color first and usher in my favorite season with fanfare.
Step outside in the cool of the night, breathe in deep the smells of change, enjoy the frog’s nightly chorus for soon the cold stillness of winter comes. Pause a moment and reflect on life’s recent events. Think about what St. Thomas Aquinas writes, “Creation is God’s litter.”