Here in South Texas we wait for it. For months we tell ourselves it will come. The sweltering days will be blown away when the first cold front makes its way down from the north. We look at friends' pictures of variegated landscapes with just a tad bit of envy, listen to talk of chilling temperatures and hot chocolate in the late afternoon. We pull on shorts and slip into sandals for yet another day, and we wait.
And finally it comes - like the flip of a switch. The wind blows strong and the temperature plummets. Jackets and sweaters that have lain dormant for months see the light of day. Some of us even put on ......boots!
In our house there is something that has been cold and silent for seven months - ever since we moved into the new house. Every other thing has been used - the appliances all learning the rhythm of our lives.
This one almost didn't get to be a part of things. It put a strain on the budget. At one point it was eliminated - erased from the plans. But a tenderhearted husband made the dream come true.
This cold, damp evening it came to life and was everything I had dreamed of - warm, comforting, dancing light.
I am so abundantly blessed. It is humbling.