With the change of fall turning to winter. With Christmas knocking on our door. The excitement buzzes around my house with my two little girls wondering when our elf will return to visit and when we can get our beautiful pine scented tree. When asked the other day what my favorite season was, I was reminded of a poem I once read and I would like to share that with you, some food for thought if you will…
"I don't have a favorite season. I have a favorite feeling.
It's the windows down, silent backroads with dirty bare feet feeling.
It's when I can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket.
It is curtains dancing around the room because of the cool breeze that pushes against its fabric.
It is sunsets after dessert and grass as my pillow.
The sound of lawnmowers, of falling leaves and rain against the window.
Pockets of shade and walks along a gravel road.
I don't have a favorite season. I have a favorite feeling."