Don't you just live this time of year? The cooler weather is beginning to make its journey into our area. The mornings whisper with a cooler breath. You know what I mean, the coffee-drinking-on-the-porch weather. I just love fall.
There is just something refreshing about stepping out in the morning chill and seeing your breath. "Brr," we say as if we are complaining, but we are excited. Excited because winter is not far away.
Did anyone count the number of foggy mornings we had in August? The old folks say that's how many snows we will have this winter. I forgot to count from the beginning, so I guess it will be a surprise to me when the snow comes.
This fall we are having family over to gather outside for a barbecue. My hope is that the weather is chilly enough to be refreshing, yet warm enough and pretty enough to be gathered outside. I want the children to roast marshmallows this year and the campfire feel good. Oh, goodness, I can feel it already.
I love the outdoors, but I hate the bugs. When it is cooler the bugs leave us alone which means no itching and swatting at the uninvited guests. So, maybe, just maybe, it will be a cool night and the bugs will stay snugly curled up where ever bugs go to snuggle.
We have had such a dry summer that our grass had begun to crunch. Today it is raining so the grass will turn green again. The leaves on our trees in the yard have already started to turn colors. Jack Frost is making his rounds with his paints and is decorating our trees for fall. I hope he has time to get them all done before our barbecue. Wouldn't that make for a colorful picnic?
My cousin, Jack (not to be confused with Jack Frost), plays with a bluegrass band called Bluegrass Traditions. They are going to entertain the folks with bluegrass and gospel songs. A close friend of the family is bringing his karaoke so others can sing if they want. We have a lot of family members who play several instruments and sing. I am not one of them. I have two very young nephews under the age of 10 years old who play the violin, or fiddle if it's country and maybe they will play a tune or two. My cousin Bruce plays guitar and sings. Bruce, don't forget that guitar! His dad, Uncle Clyde to me and the others, would come to the family reunions and play and sing. Uncle Clyde was asked by the Singing Cowboy, Gene Autry, to join him in his shows, but Uncle Clyde had family commitments back home in Georgia and chose not to stay in California.
Wow, this is exciting. Out-of-town family, we see only once a year, joining our local families for pictures and fun. We can sit and talk; sit and eat; sit and listen to music; eat and listen to music, and enjoy each others company. Hey y'all, it's Fall!
Fall, I am so glad you are coming. The yard is looking forward to the new colors you and Jack Frost will use for decoration. We are all looking forward to the cooler temperatures you bring with you. Fall, you are invited to sit a spell and eat barbecue and listen to gospel and bluegrass music. After all, Fall, you are a member of the family.
It is me again, Lord, thanking you for fall and family. The two go well together.
A little Georgia Wisdom: Enjoy the seasons as they come. God has blessed us with the changes so be thankful for the uniqueness of each one.
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