Tag: season

  • Summer!

    Summer means hot days and sticky nights swarming with mosquitoes and whatever else lives out there. For me, it means listening for bees and being nervous about walking outside. It means thunderstorms to break up the humidity and make life a little louder. It means popsicles and swimming pools, ice cream trips, and beach days.…

  • Hello, Summer!

    I feel like there’s lots of jokes about summer.   In Southern states, one may hear, “We have four seasons. Summer, summer, summer, and about two weeks of winter.”  In the Pacific Northwest and the Rockies Mountain states, one may hear, “We have four seasons. Winter, winter, winter, and road construction [read, summer].”  But people also…

  • Spring Is Here

    Birds sing, flowers begin to bloom, and the sun seems to shine brighter. Spring is my most favorite season. There are so many symbols of new life and change in spring. A landscape that has been cold, dry, and dead now springs to life — bursting with new textures, colors, and sounds. We use bright…

  • What’s Your Favorite Spring Activity?

    Spring is here. If you live somewhere with snow, hopefully the snow is melting and new flowers are ready to bloom. I love the visualization that spring gives us about new life after the darkness that winter brought. It is such a great representation of the new life that we have in Christ after being…

  • Sunshine and Bluebonnets

    I don’t have a particular favorite season. I love how each season brings something that I enjoy. Summer brings lazy summer days and swimming days, fall brings leaves changing colors and cooler weather, and winter bring a warm hearth and hot chocolate. Spring?  Spring brings longer periods of sunshine. It brings flowers and warmth. It…

  • Looking Back to Look Forwards

    “It’s fall, y’all!” That is what my boss said when I walked into work on Thursday morning with a cloudy, overcast sky outside. Here in California, we are at the awkward time of year where we can be so excited to wear our sweaters in the mornings but come to regret that decision by noon…