
With glum skies, persistent rains and cutting winds who can deny that the Fall season isn't upon us.
One cannot venture out of doors these days without noticing the abundance of fallen leaves beneath our feet.
Yesterday we spent the better part of the afternoon raking the front garden and wheelbarrowing away the vast multitude of leaves that had fallen on the lawn over the past few days.
Despite the extra work and the cooler temperatures I have to admit that I do like Autumn.
I also appreciate the fact that I'm living in a country where the Seasons are so clear and distinct. I like the variety and I like the challenge that each season has to offer.
Fall has its challenges too but for me more than anything else, Fall is a season of rest. It is a time to slow down, unwind and reflect.
And this I did.
I reflected upon one singular tenacious leaf on my Quansam tree which refused to fall to the ground despite the Autumn blasts.
I admired that leaf and it encouraged me to think about the spirit of tenacity that we as human beings are imbued with.
It is indeed commendable to be tenacious and to hold on to the worthwhile and enduring things of life and not to let go of them.
They are time proven, dependable and constant.
We ignore them at our peril and without them we run the risk of entering into a realm of darkness and uncertainty; a realm where there is much confusion and very little light.
For me then Fall is the season of reflection; it is a time to take stock and a time to look down the road ahead with new found hope and confidence.