Autumn comes slowly to South Texas. Our neighbors to the north are wrapping themselves in cozy afghans, lighting the first fire against the frosty night air, taking pictures of spectacular fall foliage, and sipping hot chocolate while we still pull on capris and slip our feet into sandals. Weary of the heat we take measures to entice the first cool front to wend its way south. At the very least, a fall wreath (made up of fake autumn leaves), a pot of colorful mums or pumpkin scented candles can trick us into thinking summer is over. Those things help a bit, but what we’re looking for is the real thing.
Some time around mid-October, it finally happens. In the middle of a sultry afternoon the wind picks up. The trees bend and sway. The temperature drops, and we make a mad dash to the closet and pull on a fluffy sweater. We rush outside and inhale the fresh, crisp air.
A few days later we begin to notice subtle changes. Not dramatic sweeps of color across the landscape, but color nonetheless. The artificial props we’ve used pale in comparison. This little splash of color is the real thing. It’s what we’ve been looking for all along. True autumn. It’s coming.
These days many of us, I think, are longing for the real thing – for truth. Somehow it has gotten hard to find – lost in a sea of relativity...
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Thank you and blessings,
Linda
