Kenneth is a rural citizen of Hamilton, Ala., and has begun to observe life and certain things and people helping him to write about them.
Hello. I’m Your Fall
season. I always try to appear slowly, silently, during the darkness of Sept. 22, 2018 and runs through Dec. 21, 2018. I like that. Especially when Christmas is only four days away and in (that) time, I would have made my way back to the universe. It’s an annual, perpetual trek and one that I never created. I can tell you though, my Creator knew all the time what He was doing before me made one gorgeous Elm leaf that people look upon and gasp with happiness.
I wish that I had the means to communicate to you on “why” I surface without as much as breaking the smallest, weakest hickory twig. It’s a gift, I suppose. But you can only look at spring, summer, and winter and these wonderful seasons somehow announce themselves weeks before they appear. If I were the jealous type, I would be upset. But I am just the Fall season and I am how my Creator made me.
Speaking of The Creator
I would be more than glad to speak about Him here and now. He is the one who made me and the other seasons and He even said in His Word that “there would always be seasons,” (See Genesis chapter(s) eight and nine). I believe this. And as long as I have been around, it has been that way and I confess that all four of us seasons exist in a surrealistic mode of peace—of which mankind (right now) can only dream of.
My favorite time of my season’s time on earth is the very first morning of Sept. 23 when the leaves are all about to explode in colors so beautiful and vast that the term “breath-taking” fits the colors to the letter. Only The Creator, in His limitless creativity, can and does create such beautiful landscapes on the hills in Alabama in Mt. Cheaha, the highest point in Alabama. At 2,407 feet above sea level as well as the colors of North and South Carolina in their mountain ranges and I ask you, how can you aptly describe the full and rich colors found in the Bluegrass State: Kentucky? Don’t try answering, because you cannot.
During the first few weeks of Fall, the weather is a fine mixture of heat that is left over from the passing summer season, and the cold air that is just around the corner in winter time. Some foolish-thinking people always find reasons to complain about how hot or how cold it is at fall, but I can only exist as I was made, so these loose-tongues have not and do not bother me one bit.
In my Closing Summary
I would be very glad to share those early morning hours of fall as well as the days that “I” have shortened because I permit an always illusive knowledge of peace for mankind if he will only stop long enough to sit idly by and let this gift of peace show itself. Believe me. “This” brand of peace is not shy. Nor is it arrogant, but very warm and very exacting. I am sure that the other three seasons have some sort of my peace, but I don’t know of them.
When I was young, I remember hearing my dad get out of bed at 4:30 a.m., like he did seven days a week and was in no need for a time clock. He arose, started the morning coffee and cooked breakfast (many mornings) to let my mom get some extra sleep. My dad was a very special man. Very special.
Sometimes, my dad would take his first cup of coffee and sit on our back porch and let the day that Our Creator had sent, begin to take shape as the sunlight drove away what darkness tried to hold on to the night before, and my dad just sipped his coffee and listened to the birds who sang so beautifully that in years later, I learned why my dad always rose early.
And to enjoy those first moments of fall, that I also learned, was his favorite season.
Sept. 20, 2018_____________________________________
© 2018 Kenneth Avery