The time has arrived in our lives once again, changing of seasons. We are going from the excruciating, nearly unbearable heat of the summer months into a more genteel time of the year where the longed-for and welcomed coffee on the porch and walks in the woods can be enjoyed and appreciated once again.
Our big green John Deeres are making their last treks into the pastures once again as they forage the remaining blades of hay for one more season. Of course, they won’t be silent until the coming hay season as the big tractors will serve the farm’s purpose during the chill of winter also always slogging on toward the next season and the next.
To me I always feel somewhat melancholy this time of year and really somewhat at each changing of the seasons. I relate and apply these changes to those of my life. I have seen many seasons change and begin anew in me and come and go in my wonderful lifetime. I now at this place in time seem to associate my life span to seasons – Spring, my younger years. Summer, my time to shine and grow and mature into the person I was meant to be. Autumn, the slowing down and enjoying the summer of my time and of course Winter, the total enjoyment of just being here in my time.
Times have changed so very much, some for the good and some not so good. I believe there are still some awful good people out there, but I also know as I am reminded every day, there are also some awfully bad people out there too.
As I was growing up back in the “good ole days”, there were locks on our doors, but we rarely used them. There were no phones with the 360 applications but somehow my mama always knew where I was. Telephones were only in our house and our phone was a “party line” meaning I could pick up at just the right time and find out who was doing what. (That was really bad but lots of fun!). I can remember going to see my husband when he was in the army back in the sixties and when I got to Fort Benning, Georgia, I would call my mama, person to person and ask for myself and she would know I had made it safe. (I feel as if I owe AT&T for phone bills.). Now EVERYBODY, AND ME seems to have a phone glued to their hands. If I had an ailment as a young adult I did not have “google” to ask what it was and how I needed to handle it. I was much less worried about infirmities.
As we change seasons of time and seasons of our lives, we realize that we are leaving behind so many good things, ideas, slow living, less acceleration of our daily lives, and the peace that I once knew as I grew up in the more gentle and less worrisome, and just laid back and enjoying life in time.
But life moves on as does intelligence and we are and never will be in the season of no apprehension, so we just adjust our lives to living in the new now!
GINGERBREAD – 2 Cups of s/r flour, 1 cup brown sugar, ½ cup oil, ½ cup of light molasses, 2 beaten eggs, 1 t. cinnamon, 1 t. ginger, ½ cup boiling water.
Mix all together and pour into a greased loaf pan and bake 350* for 30 to 40 minutes.
