I love Fall in Virginia. Hear me on this one. It wasn’t always like this for me. Truthfully, for the largest part of my life I didn’t like Fall and I realize now that the first 5 years I lived in Virginia I didn’t really enjoy the state itself.
What changed? Several things, I think. Fall always depressed me as a kid. I could never get excited about a season where everything either dies or goes dormant. Fall signaled death to me. Now I realize that’s only one way to look at it. I’m reminded of the saying of Jesus that “unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies it remains alone, but if it dies it bears much fruit” (Jn. 12:24 ESV). The beautiful leaves die and are dying, but the trees continue to live. I hate to be cold. It’s another reason this season has bothered me. But a few years back I met a friend who was excited that it was finally “jacket weather.” She said it to my wife and I with such excitement in her voice! It made me stop and ask myself why I was complaining so much. After all, the sweat of Summer was a cause of complaining in my mind too. Maybe the problem isn’t the seasons as much as my own heart attitude toward them. Now I see dazzling colors especially when I drive on Skyline drive in our mountain lined area of the state. Now I can gather wood together and light a small campfire in my backyard. The great irony is that the heat of such a campfire I love so much must come in a season when there is plenty of cold outside the ring of stones that enclose the fire or it will just be too hot to enjoy. Don’t be fooled. Fall looks like death, but underneath it life is in the planning stages.