They come and go the days they do
And hold them back we cannot,
But joyously we look ahead.
We know the way is all prepared.
That's all I remember of a poem my father wrote some forty years ago. At this time of year it comes to mind. When friends in the south are relieved to feel temperatures dropping, others in this part of the world may not feel quite the same. Mom was known to stretch out the "berrr" part of Octoberrr and Novemberrr, but in Ecclesiastes we read, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted." (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 KJV)
A dear lady who was president of our Christian writers' club lost her battle with cancer a few days ago. We are thankful that Esther is free of pain, but so many feel a great sense of loss. It seems there are positive and negative aspects to much of life.
The leaves are just beginning to turn red here. Summer sports are over and the ice is in the arena. We're skating again and we've resumed our after-skating ritual visiting over a cup of tea. I've harvested a three litre basket of fingerling potatoes from the top of the pepper cage. To turn red the peppers need more warm days than we usually get in October. They should have ripened by now. The birds are almost as busy at the feeders as they were in early spring. Soon it will be time to put out suet for them. They will need the fat to keep them warm.
It's true that we can't hold back the days, and that there will always be things we welcome and others we would choose to avoid. How blessed we are that the One who holds the times and seasons in His Hands is only good and loves us with a love beyond our understanding.