When you think of the fall season, do you think of Halloween and Thanksgiving instead? Do they blend together as if one season? This is due to the Celtic stories of old. Stories that made such a lasting impression; we now consider them part of our society. So, what does fall mean to you? To me, it’s more of a mental picture than a specific meaning. I picture colored leaves, windy days, raking leaves, football, hay rides, jack-o-lanterns, corn mazes, caramel apples, bonfires, family gatherings, turkey, pumpkin pie, apple cider, hot tea, scary stories, and practical jokes. It’s putting an end to the hot steamy days of summer and entering into an entirely different world. One filled with mischief and intrigue.
Isn’t it wonderful how each season has its own look and feel? It’s as if God created each to be a separate world unto itself. Like a great novelist who brings life to a world that doesn’t exist. If you keep a diary, you know exactly what I mean. Not only did he have a hand in writing the bible, but he also wrote the seasons with its different genres. Spring, is filled with stories of new beginnings and young love – drama and romance. Summer, is filled with stories of adventure and comedy, especially if spent with family. Fall, is mystery and action, and winter has stories of fantasy and fiction. If you think about it, God really is the greatest writer of all time. Who else can write a story so believable, that it feels real? Only the great creator can do that. I bow to the great creator!