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Life Lesson: The Best Parts of Each Season

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Autumn

autumn-bridge-153798-high-quality-and.jpgI love it when the colors change. Fall colors are always warm and comforting. The trees change from green to red, orange, brown, and yellow. The weather is just good. The sun is shining and the winds blow.  The winds are so strong they can even move the trees to dance. They sway left to right, rustling their leaves to fall on the ground. Weather like this is perfect for fuzzy socks, soft sweaters, and boots! I look forward to shopping for fall clothes because they are snug. I love being warm and toasty, wrapped up in a blanket or sweater drinking hot tea and reading a book. During Fall, everything feels like home.

Winter

winter-01.jpgChristmas is a major holiday in wintertime. I love that this season brings families together. Everything shines in the twilight. From the Christmas lights to the jingling of bells, peace and good fortune are shared. I love the greeting cards you find in the store. Each card is different and beautiful in their words just like snow. I love giving cards to family and friends. When I get holiday cards I love placing them on the mantle. This season gives my husband and I more of a reason to keep close to one another. We usually don’t go out that much in the snow. We hide away in each other’s comfort.

Spring

spring-garden-bench.jpgI was born in the springtime (April 20). The weather feels great. I love the rain in spring. I love the way it smells, it feels, and the fact that it always brings life. When I was younger, I didn’t care about getting sick from running in the hardest of rain showers. My siblings would dart outside and run back in laughing, soaked in our clothes. The loudest of thunderstorms and the brightest of lightening makes me smile because I know great change is coming. The spring fashion is colorful, playful and bright. I love wearing bright colors and flowery prints. It’s the perfect time to have picnics but I usually wait for summer.

Summer

summer-morning-in-the-park-bench-trees-grass-sunlight-1080P-wallpaper-middle-size.jpgAs a child, I always looked forward to summer vacation from the school year. I love that I can sleep in and not worry about anything. Summer gives me the chance to be free. The heat may force me to slow down but I don’t care. I love running fast and riding my bike faster. It’s the perfect time to go to the pool or water fountains. Endless amounts of ice creams, water ices, and cheese pretzels. When I was a teenager, I was able to wear cute little shorts, pretty patterned dresses and sandals. I would wear my sunglasses to block the sun and sit in the park and read. Before I married my husband, we would go have picnics and fight off ants for our food. We would wander until the cool night breeze kicked in and then we would wander some more.

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