Summer... and other seasons

I've always liked summer. Long days of sunshine, watermelon, dry jobsites, balmy star-studded nights.

Driving home from the store last night, preparing for a search mission, I hung my arm out the window, thoroughly enjoying the evening. And today, reading on the porch swing, I got lost looking at the trees and thinking about how the seasons rotate with the lilt of the earth. Fall's coming. Then winter. Naked trees, shuddering through storms. But not for long, because drippy, green, vivacious spring is next. Along with the psalmist, the earth gladly proclaims her fearful and wonderful creation.

In a well-known portion of Ecclesiastes 3 we are reminded of how integral the concept of time and seasons is to our existence. Words or actions become worthy or worthless depending on their sensitivity towards, (or ignorance of,) the season. As Proverbs 15:23 says, "a word spoken in due season, how good is it!"

This blog is a season. It is not an answer to the world's problems, nor is it a comprehensive representation of my personality. (Indeed, either would be an unbearable bore.) I do not know nor am I concerned with what it will accomplish or how long it will last.

If it occasionally brings you a glimpse of beauty, a jolt of reality, or a moment of inspiration, I will be satisfied. And hopefully, now and then, there will be that word fitly spoken. Golden apples make wonderful food for thought.