“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” -Anne Shirley
For the last few months, life has tumbled us around until I feel I barely know which way is up. Just when I’ve found my feet, the floor is upended beneath me.
Outside my window, autumn at last has the landscape all to itself. Summer was brazen and persistent this year, but autumn went about its work quietly, gently, using summer’s sunniness and warmth to highlight its jewel-box colors. Winter is cruel and comforting by turns; spring is a celebration; summer, carefree; but autumn is content.
I have been re-re-re-(etc.)reading the Anne of Green Gables novels. They are a welcome escape, a place where most problems are resolved to their rightful conclusions. Anne rejoices in each season at its turn, and I join her; but I have a special affection for autumn. There is something about it that deeply satisfies me, like eating a good meal after you have been hungry, or snuggling down under clean sheets after a hard day’s work. Autumn fills up my soul with peace and contentment. It reminds me that however bewildering my circumstances are, there is still constancy in the world.
This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
~Maltbie D. Babcock