It’s officially fall this week. Here in the Pacific Northwest, it has seemed like fall since early September. We’re entering a new season. Of shorter days. Longer evenings. The sky seems bluer. The colors are brilliant as the summer colors fade. Fall can be melancholy, too. This week we pulled all of the tomato plants and zucchini plants out of the raised vegetable bed before they turned to mush. I was sad. I loved strolling through my yard, examining the plants and flowers. Soon there won’t be flowers either. There’s a loss in autumn.

I’m not sure why God created seasons, but I’m sure glad He did. I’m reminded of a hymn that we often sing around Thanksgiving–which is just around the corner. I like this hymn that talks about our earth and its beauty–and the One who created it all.

For the beauty of the earth,

For the glory of the skies,

For the love which from our birth/over and around us lies;

Christ, Our God, to Thee we raise/This our sacrifice of praise.

Folliot Sandford Pierpoint, 1835-1917.

What’s your favorite season? Scroll down into the comments and let me know. I’d love to read your thoughts.