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Just a little bit over one week left of August. At the end of next week, a new year of working with School of the Bible begins.
I don’t know offhand what the “official” first day of Fall is this year, though I’m sure it’s sometime in September, probably a few weeks from now. But for some reason, whenever the calendar clicks over to September, in my mind Fall has arrived.
Crisp days. Cool nights. Colorful leaves.
Long sleeves and warm jackets.
Hot cider and pumpkin pie.
These are the things I call to mind when I think of Fall.
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I’ll be honest. I don’t like gardening. Ok, let me qualify that-I would enjoy planting some green beans to munch on, maybe some peas too if I’m really daring, but generally speaking, I don’t like gardening. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the beauty of other people’s gardens, and can appreciate the effort and creativity that goes into designing and maintaining a good garden. But I have no inclination to plant one myself.
Living in Texas, where it is hotter than you-know-where for a good portion of the year may play some part in my reluctance. Once something is planted here, it becomes a battle to keep it alive. Skip watering your plants for a day, and they start to wither. Miss a few days, and they will die altogether. Coming from the Pacific Northwest, this takes some getting used to. I understand it intellectually-the climate is different-but it still seems somehow wrong to me.