the beauty of change
It happens without fail every year. I think I only notice it for having lived in this area my whole life. This past week, the faintest scent of the coming Fall has hung in the early morning dewy air. You only smell it in the morning. I don’t know why.
A few weeks ago, a little golden angel leaf is the first fallen leaf on the deck. None of the other leaves have changed color… yet.
When I was a young girl, that faint aroma of moldering leaves always reminded me of the beginning of school, but now it brings the recollection of the approaching end and beginning of the Liturgical Calendar just beyond the Dormition of the Theotokos.
Another years journey through complete cycle of Christ’s birth to His glorification.. the mystery of Christ and the salvation of mankind. A new school year approaches… in the school of repentance.