For Everything There is a Season

God has given us an exceptionally beautiful, mild summer. It is now the middle of July and still the days are temperate and everything is lush and green. The sage is in bloom now and the purples and pinks are breathtaking. To look across the field from my bedroom window I see a garden of deep greens and deeper greens, purples, pinks and grays. At times the view from my window has been dull and lifeless; remorseful and desolate. Now the desert is in full bloom and I am reminded that there is a season for all things.