Summer's Last Tribute

Now, as autumn begins it's approach, I take the opportunity to offer a tribute for Summer. It's hot and it's humid, with mosquitoes everywhere. How often do we take the time to appreciate summer for the beautiful season that it truly is, and to see the blessings through the blazing sunlight?

The sunlight now is beginning to have a different look to it, and the leaves have already begun to fall from the trees--though more from the oppressive heat of the last few months than from the coming of fall. The rain has been falling to the ground in earnest for the past three days, the trees being whipped in the wind blowing from the tropical storms. When the sun shines, the breeze blows nearly cool. Autumn, you will be an impressive finale to the year, and a grand reprieve. And with winter we will start the new year cool and clean. We will be ready to bud again. But now, let us thank God for the fruit of this summer. So that we can praise Him again.

PS: Towards the end you will see a few words that are officially "homeless". Just read them anyway.

Crickets chirping. Frogs' golden eyes. Thunder in the distance.

Lightning over there. Dancing. Wringing out my wet hair.

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God Bless, Krysta Denzer

Addendum: 9/9/2011

Well, it looks like I posted Summer's Last Tribute just in time. Autumn has begun reaching out to take hold of the land. Her fingertips are upon us now, brushing lightly. I watched dozens of Canada geese fly in to land at the lake next door (and I mean dozens; last year I counted over 70 at one time, and that was only about half of what I could see). I shared the road as I walked with butterflies on their way south to warmer climes. The ones I saw the most of were the common buckeyes. And a (very) few of the leaves are also starting to turn yellow, a sign that the tree is beginning to break down and extract the nutrients from the leaves that will soon be falling. (Chlorophyll is extracted first, causing the leaves to loose their green color.)