It’s taken a while for the seasons to change here in the Inland Northwest. Rainy weeks and warm temperatures have kept the grass greener and flowers blooming longer than usual in our neck of the woods.
Yet, we know what’s coming even if we don’t feel it. Leaves have fallen. Baseball season is over. Clocks have been turned back.
Change is constant, yet it’s often hard to process. That’s why I’m so thankful for signs in creation that remind me there is a bigger picture, a consistent rhythm and order to this world. One of those signs is the deer who rests in our backyard. Continue reading “As seasons change”
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