New England is a magical place, but you need to be still to see the act.

Each year, God does his thing, and ushers in his grand act, and changes the landscape from green to a rainbow...

What grew bows down and leaves the stage, and Geese sound the trumpet as the curtain slowly rises...

This doesn't surprise God...but it always seems to catch us off guard.

Be bless the crisp air, and the sweet ciders and syrup, then curse the blanket that covers the spring flowers while they gather their scent from the decaying leaves under the billions of ice-diamonds.

Seasons come and go through us too...

listen for the trumpet, and greet it with joy.

let things die, God is aware.

An old leaf left on the branch will never turn green again...

let things fall. 

I am in a season of change, again.

I welcome it.

Restore our fortunes, Lord,
    like streams in the Negev. 

 Those who sow with tears
    will reap with songs of joy.
Those who go out weeping,
 
    carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
    carrying sheaves with them.
              Psalm 126:4-6