* title from George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
|(SOOC) Sunset Lake, MN July 2009|
I live in Suburbia. It is no secret to those that know me that I’m not a big fan of the McMansions built by the thousands in the Concrete Jungle. I’ve griped and complained, I’ve cried and begged to move, but to no avail. Once I got sick of the Me Monster I had become (which, I’m sure, was long after everyone else was), I started praying. God didn’t change my location, but He did change my heart.
I don’t all-of-a-sudden love it here. I just don’t hate it anymore. And sometimes that little shift in attitude is all it takes to bring about peace. I have begun to seek out the good I do have here.
There is one room in my house, on the second floor, where if you sit in just the right place and look out the window, you see a tree. I like to pretend that there are no houses just beyond it, and that it is one of many trees in my backyard (even though it is actually in my front yard), and it is my favorite thing when the weather is nice enough that I can open the window and hear the leaves rustle in the wind.
Maybe the reason that Autumn in my favorite season is that I feel rescued from the oppressive heat of the summer. Being able to open my windows and let the fresh air into my house makes me feel like everything is right with the world. I open the windows every day the temperature drops below 80 degrees. Instead of complaining that I don’t get very many days cool enough to do it, I am simply thankful for the few days I do have. And I enjoy the crap out of them!!!
Or maybe it’s the colors – the vivid colors of leaves and pumpkins and flowers that bloom in the coolness of fall. In honor of that, a friend and I went to the Arboretum last week since it is decked out in its autumnal splendor. More pictures in a later post, but here’s a teaser:
|Dallas Arboretum September 2011|
This is me, making lemonade out of lemons. Adding a splash of vodka doesn’t hurt, either. 😉