“The spiders are on my tomatoes!” she cried, “and my
husband is in front of the TV watching football… ”

The seasons change.  Here in the northern hemisphere my
patient laments the coming of winter, the loss of her
garden signaled by the spiders, and the loss of her husband
to televised sports until spring.  He does emerge in the
spring along with her flowers.
 
What is your lament about the season change?

How can you ritualize the loss of the last season?

What can you get excited about in the season to come?

You can make your seasonal transitions beautiful when you
look with an artist’s eye or a poet’s heart.
 
And remember Ecclesiastes’ wisdom text.

To every thing there is a season and a time to every
purpose under the heaven.

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up that which is planted;

The rest goes on in this fashion.  I am fascinated by the
pairings.  (You can read it all here.)

Dive into the seasonal changes.

My goal is to enjoy the loss of each season, and celebrate
the new season.

Farewell summer,

William