Every Season
Lyrics ~ Nichole Nordeman

Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer

And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come
You are autumn

And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring

Jalepaños on hamburgers with sweet potato fries ... Stunningly delicious for dinner ... not so great to sleep on! I know I must have dozed some last night, enough. Fall is in the air and pushing summer to the very tips of the branches. It's the time of deep corals and rusty pinks ... Deep emerald and just a few tiny hints of the golden yellows and oranges browning before returning to the ground. I love Fall ... Autumn. I say I love at the beginning of each season, and it's true ... I do. Look at Sammy's eyes. His coat is growing back in soft as a lambs ear ... He has always had that freckle on his tongue. When I finish this little note I'm going to coax him into the bathroom and give him a shower ... We will both be sopping wet when the last suds gets shaken out! I'd love to wash him outside, but I know he'd go straight for the compost pile soon as I let him go. He loves to smell like dog. I'm cooking chili slow on the stove top today ... He'll be hoping for more then a smell of that!

The day awoke under a thick blanket of fog ... Dripping fog. I love morning walks in the White wisps ... Everything is Monet behind the fuzz of fog. Now, it's almost lunch time and I haven't had breakfast ... Steaming hot coffee and out the door!