Seasons

The other day on my way to the mailbox, a little glistening up in the big pine tree caught my eye. On a closer look, I realized it was an abandoned bird's nest. This beautifully designed nest perfectly housed a little robin family in the spring. I remembered I had watched an adult robin sit patiently on that nest through hot, cold, windy and calm days. Then after what seemed like forever, tiny heads popped up over the top of the nest and chirped loudly until their mother appeared with breakfast in her beak. In a couple of days the babies had left their nest and were hopping around the yard behind their parents, still being fed, learning how to pluck a worm from the dirt or grab a bug from a blade of grass. Then all of a sudden they were gone. As fall is fast approaching, many of the birds that entertained us all summer have gone to warmer climates. I really don't know where robins go in the winter but I know they'll be back. And what joy and excitement we experience when we see the first robin of spring.
So as the seasons change, now from summer to fall, I'm not abandoning my nest, (not that I wouldn't like to go to a warmer climate) just changing the decor of it. The summer flowers and birds' nests have been replaced with fall flowers, leaves,and pumpkins. The crisp fall air signals that we will soon be reading by the fire, making soup and putting an extra quilt on the bed. Before we know it we will be getting ready for winter...and then spring, when the robins will be back.
So go the seasons of life.