grasses dance in morning breeze
to rhythm of the seasons
In three more days, we can say that Fall has arrived because the calendar page turns and there it is. But I can feel it coming from a long way before. The leaves on our South Texas trees may not sport the vivid varieties of scarlet and orange and gold which we see in climates that have more distinct season changes, but there are hints. Crepe myrtle leaves begin to look different in morning light, even before they get touched with red. Other leaves just begin to drop. Mornings have the slightest hint of cool, and the light changes. I begin to look forward to baking more and spending more time on the back porch. I check the supplies of cinnamon and nutmeg and maple syrup. There are whispers of Autumn everywhere this week.
a pumpkin appears by my front door
I slice apples for dipping in caramel
the ginger cat waits patiently
One of my favorite places to be still is here, beneath a very old oak tree in our church prayer garden. Its branches spread out over a trickling stream and bubbling fountain and a small labyrinth. In dry times, like our present drought, there is crusty brown growth along its mighty branches. But when we are blessed with rainfall, this turns to vibrant green. It is Resurrection Fern.
At all times I soak up the green and growing refreshment of this place. But it is in the times when I feel drought in my spirit that I come here to be still and know God, and to refill and refuel – the greening of my heart, Eastering.