I love how the four seasons of the calender year (for us anyway) herald predictable sights and sounds.
January to December.
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
Yellow daffodils, ripe watermelon, scarlet maple leaves and glistening snow.
Robins chirping, strawberry picking, pumpkin patches and snow angels.
Puddles to splash in, gardens that grow and produce, combines out harvesting fields, and Christmas trees lighting up our homes.
Breathing the warm earth in spring, watching waves crash and recede on a lazy summers day, listening to a crackling fire on a chilly autumn evening, and tasting winters first fallen snowflake.

No matter what joys or hardships may be present, I am grateful for these magnificent events that hallmark each passing year.
I am thankful for the holidays and traditions that provide structure and give life.