It’s already happening. I couldn’t wear shorts on my run this morning and had to pull out the long-sleeved t-shirts as well  Next thing you know ~ probably tomorrow morning by the looks of it ~ I’ll be wearing mittens on my morning runs.  Mitten day is always a sad day, because it ominously marks the beginning of what is really almost 9 months of winter in my opinion.

While working on her algebra this morning, Kayla complained of being cold.  Though I felt her pain, I had to tell her to get a blanket and put on some socks and a hoodie, because we are certainly not turning on the heat mid-September.

Oh, I love fall and colorful foliage and pumpkins and fire pit gatherings, but if my fellow New Englanders are honest at all, they will admit that summer really only started two weeks ago.  I was wearing my hoodie on the beach in August remember?  It’s just not fair.  Why does summer have to be the shortest season of all?

I spent all last week learning about “natural revelation” or “general revelation” which is regarding how God reveals Himself in nature and its beauty, seasons, and patterns.  That the fall season arrives every year without fail is understood to be a witness to the covenant faithfulness of God. That the sun “rises” every morning a sign of His goodness, His provision.