To be honest, I have always dreaded fall because it means letting go of summer. No more swimming, lake days, or spending long afternoons outside. The days grow shorter, the trees become bare, and everything begins to look a little lifeless. Fall and winter in the Ozarks can be especially harsh, with ice often arriving before the snow. But our flowers have reminded us that each season brings its own energy, purpose, beauty, colors, and emotions. There is beauty to be found in

“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” Psalm 16:6 This is the place I hope to build a home, to unbox our collected family treasures for their final destination, a place where children, grandchildren, friends, flowers, and memories will all find room to grow. This is the place I am envisioning the seasons that are yet to come.