I took many photos while out on my walk on Sunday afternoon. This photograph is my favorite and I think that quote is the perfect definition of the seasons.
I realize today as we near the one year anniversary of our home sweet home that I have witnessed all the seasons from my little vantage point in the world. I am back to where we started. I know the little nuances, the sounds, and the colors.
The winter etchings of the barren trees in my back field against the sky, the warm spring morning sunrises painted with pastels above the old store, the pops of new color from plants that were never mine as they bloom in the new warm afternoons, the greens and bugs and humidity that color summer so thickly, and the storms that swirl at us from the west, a direction I can only describe as across the road over the neighbor's house... and the hints of all of that, that surround me now.
I feel like I know the little farm so well, after one short year. Just like Fall, my home is the mosaic.