Evening has fallen as I write this. Yesterday some snow flakes rode the cold air but none of them stuck to the ground. This afternoon the snow has clung to the grass and trees just enough to remind me to keep my scraper and shovels handy.
Toward the end of August, summer warmth and sun walk away and leave us standing and looking down the path that bends into the beauty of autumn in September and in October.
Autumn falls into November-gray and cold and leaves us looking for our sweaters and scrapers.
November has the redeeming virtue of being the month that our son Chuk and I celebrate our birthdays and it is the blessed month of Thanksgiving. Devout hearts stop and recall God’s mercies at the waning of each year.
By the time we have cleared the Thanksgiving table, Advent is upon us—the time of anticipation of the arrival of the long-promised Christ-child… and we are counting the days like children.
In Holy December we begin Christmas preparations and Christmas observances. We sing Christmas songs and turn to beloved Christmas passages and Christmas traditions and Christmas commitments. Christmas Sunday. The Christmas Eve Candlelight Service. Christmas Morning. Christmas Dinner. When all the celebration has cleared away we get down to the business of a fresh, new year. So we have a lot to look forward to, don’t we?