Change of Seasons


The calendar tells me it is the first day of fall……the temperature tells me we are stuck in the middle of summer!  We had temperatures in the 90’s today with humidity that literally sucked the energy right out of your body. I am in full agreement with whoever came up with the phrase, “It’s not the heat….it’s the humidity.”

It is easy to tell that we are in the middle of September when you look at the trees. When my husband and I were sitting on the porch yesterday we felt like we were being rained on….by locust leaves. The little yellow leaves just kept floating down onto the porch, the ground and it didn’t take long and we would have a leaf landing on us.

If you listen closely you can hear the rustle of dry leaves from the trees in the gully and from the corn and soybeans in the field. It is a sound distinctive to fall.


About the only green thing around here would be the weeds and the lawn. It is hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago our lawn was brown and crispy. I was sure it was dead and that we were done mowing for the season….and then it started to rain.

I must confess I do like to see the green again. I am not quite ready to give up summer for what I know will be the cold of winter. We did end up mowing again this week.


I told my husband that when you can rake windrows in your lawn after mowing, it was high time to mow it! I spent some time gathering up the dry grass to feed to the chickens later this year…when the lawn is actually dead. They love to feast on the fine blades of grass and it will be a wonderful treat when snow is on the ground.

It seems this time of year is spent preparing for the coming winter. Waterways get baled, grass gets stored for chicken feed, garden produce is put up and preserved for future meals, and soon we will hear the sound of combines in the fields and corn dryers running.

It seems like a frantic pace during this season. Perhaps it is because we know time is getting short to get all those tasks done.  It sometimes feels like there are not enough hours in a day…but I am glad when night comes because I am tired!

It has been so busy lately that we didn’t really notice exactly when the birds all disappeared. One morning we were sitting outdoors and noticed how quiet it was. No longer were the swallows swooping about snatching bugs from midair. The robin nests were empty and there wasn’t a wren to be heard.

The birds, or lack of them, are a pretty good indicator of the seasons.  The loud choir of birds in the morning has changed to the quiet rustling of drying leaves. The lushness of summer is quickly giving way to the golds and browns of fall.

Our lives tend to mirror the changing seasons. Some days feel like we are in the midst of the busyness of fall. Other times we feel like we are in the lazy days of summer. And then there are those times in our lives that we feel the sting of those cold days of winter. There is a beauty to each season and it is good to keep our eyes and hearts open to that beauty.

May you take time to enjoy the beauty of this fall season. May you be blessed whatever season of life you are in. And may you be comforted with the thought that if you are in a difficult season….it will change.

The question, “Which is the happiest season of life?”
was asked of an aged man.

And he replied: “When spring comes, and in the soft air the buds are breaking
on the trees, and they are covered with blossoms,
I think, ‘How beautiful is spring’;

and when summer comes and covers the trees with its heavy foliage,
and singing birds 
are among the branches,
I think, ‘How beautiful is summer.’
When autumn loads them

with golden fruit, and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost,
I think, ‘How 
beautiful is autumn.’
And when it is severe winter, and there is neither foliage nor

fruit, then I look up through the leafless branches as I never could
until now, and see the stars shine in God’s home.



The seasons are what a symphony ought to be:
four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

Artur Rubenstein

27 thoughts on “Change of Seasons

  1. penpaperandpetals says:

    The transition is in motion with the falling leaves, harvest colors, and the change in wildlife. Oh that heat…very humid! Wish we could bottle it until Valentine’s Day. I hope the fall chores come easy and you can enjoy the beautiful season.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      I find you just take a hot humid day in small doses. Do some outdoor work….then sit by a fan in the house or enjoy a cold glass of water in the shade. We always seem to have a slight breeze under our trees so that is really nice.
      I am with you on bottling the heat for Valentine’s Day! Wouldn’t that be great?


  2. kindergartenknowledge says:

    A beautiful reflection, Faye! I had not thought about the birds leaving Iowa in September…how far south do you think they are going? We have so many trees in our yard that it seems like we always hear a symphony of their songs….the same for the farm. Plus…our neighborhood is full of squirrels running here and there. Maybe they are gathering food for the one or two snowy days that we might have in Texas!

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  3. thecobweboriumemporium says:

    Ohhhhh Chicken … this is quite the most beautiful post. More like reading classic poetry than reading a Blog post.

    Everything has a balance, and a beat, and I could feel that balance and beat as I read your post.

    But then … everything on Earth has a balance and beat, doesn’t it.
    Each season has it’s own heart beat. It’s own balance of three parts, start, peak, and time to go home, so that the next season can take it’s turn on the clock of time and nature.

    Although my favourite seasons are Spring and Autumn, Winter and Summer still hold a special place – for without them, the summer would be terribly dull without all the flowers and food plates would suffer without all the vegetables. And in Winter … well noses certainly wouldn’t peep out from hats and hoods and scarves wouldn’t have a reason to be! How I would exist without a scarf is just a rotten thought! And … animals wouldn’t hibernate and go through that natural stage, and trees wouldn’t have that silent time which enables them to be strong enough to grow their leaves again.

    So yes … I love all the seasons, but I do have my favourites. However … like the old man at the end advised … there could never be a happiest, for they are all very happy indeed. Their magic makes for happy feelings and thoughts.

    GREAT post Chicken. Love it very much, indeed.
    ~ Cobs. x ❤

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  4. bcparkison says:

    No one really ‘gets’ fall until you are a farmer. That special time of the year when all of your hard work hopefully pays off is truly a special time. Sure doesn’t mean its time to set back and relax because there is more work to be done getting ready for the next go round of Spring.
    I have been trying to keep the humming bird feeder full because I know they are getting ready to start their trip even farther South. The storms may have delayed them somewhat.
    Your Winter should be a pleasure…you have done well preparing for it.

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  5. says:

    beautiful and quite accurate description of this time of year-thankfully, it has been in the eighties here-awwh but for the humidity, would be wonderful. Like you said- the birds left like a thief in the night! You must read my post as you will see . . once more great minds think alike!

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