Someone recently asked me which is my favorite season. I was stumped. I realized I don't have a favorite. Or perhaps the truth is: I have four. I love autumn because of crisp red leaves and soft gray rains and whistling winds. Winter is my favorite when it swaddles the earth in a shushing hush of snow. Yet I am totally enamored of spring, with its peonies and tulips and lilacs. And who doesn't love summer nights, with their fireflies and their cricket lullabies?
Seasons are not perfect, of course. Summer brings heat and biting bugs along with a soothing cover of green. In winter the long late light of summer nights is missing. Springtime storms can be unnerving. And the trouble with Autumn is - it's not Spring. 'For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.' (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Well, what do you know. It is the eve of The Breadbox Letters' blogiversary, and I have YOU to thank for it, you who have come along with me on this journey. It has been four years since I sat down to this computer (brand spanking new then, bought specifically for the purpose of blogging) and plunked out my first-ever post.
Things have changed at this tiny spot on the Internet in these four years. I've learned that blogs are that way.... they change and evolve. Which Breadbox Letters seems to have been doing again lately, hasn't it? More and more, I'm sharing graphics - and I thank you for your patience as I do so. I like to keep things rather brief (after all, there are so many blogs out there with inspiration to offer), so graphics do seem an appropriate thing to share now and then.
Thank you for being here as I learn to put words with pictures, and as I post writings of saints, and as I share a personal story now and then.
If anyone should care to stroll down Memory Bloglane with me, some of our archived 'stories' can be found byclicking here.
And a few adventures of My Excellent Family (who are kept mostly out of the 'bloglight,' but I sneak up on them now and then) can be found byclicking here.