We're quickly approaching my favorite time of year. I seriously love the BER months.
September is full of promise. A new school year. Bouquets of sharpened pencils. New shoes. New teachers. This year, a freshly built school. Schedules resume. Corn fields are cut and cooler nights descend.
October is glorious. Scarlet leaves proclaim God's splendor. Pumpkins and mums flank entryways. Bonfires light the night and scorch my marshmallows to the perfect shade of black. Sunday afternoons curled on my favorite sofa with a mug of hot chocolate, watching football and napping. Peanuts are dug and the days grow shorter. My girl celebrates another year of life.
November speaks of gratitude. The last of the leaves show off before falling to the ground. Pumpkin pies and sweet potato casserole. We join family and friends to give thanks for health, God's provision, and each other. Harvest moons illuminate the skies. Sweaters become a wardrobe staple. The air is crisp, filled with the scent of burning leaves.
December is abuzz with excitement. Parties and pageants. Get-togethers and gifts. Trees are trimmed. Coming home to twinkling lights and a steaming bowl of soup. The Christmas Story. God come to earth. It's a Wonderful Life and Auld Lang Syne.
Summer's coming to a close. Along with it, the last of the amusement park trips, cookouts, and days of anything goes. Two more weeks. Then my love affair with Autumn starts all over again.