There is the work of stowing the summer camp, laying in the firewood, filling the freezer, and around that, a much-needed vacation to shake off the intensity of the short months of summer, when we who live and work and survive in Wyoming have to “make hay while the sun shines” as the phrase goes.
The work of the fall gets me out into that golden realm, to sniff the air and find the scents of the season, and I am stimulated with hiking along the fenceline to repair the broken places.
As the days grow shorter and head towards the winter solstice, I will be preparing for the next season, working out, building strength, surviving the colder nights, fixing the broken stuff, building my own fire to warm this home, and asking the universe to provide what I need for the future.
This passage from the Bible has the “words to live by” I think, when I consider the seasons:
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV)
3 For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.