The sun came up the morning after the Brewer season ended and, because we live in Wisconsin, it (intermittently) lit up a gorgeous amber and lemon yellow skyline.
Life is still good here and we are still grateful.
We enjoyed our little four-season run, when the Brewers, Packers and Bucks seasons intersected with fall. But those brilliant colors — sky blue, honey gold and forest green only last a little while in combination.
Then they fade and give way to equally celebratory seasons of thankfulness and joy.
We get it.
I’ve lived in the Midwest my whole life and I understand that that there is a time for every season, though some last longer than we’d like (I’m looking at you winter of 2018), and some seem like they were barely here at all (Hello fall.)
We can’t control the seasons, but we can enjoy them while they’re here.
I loved all the excitement the #OurCrewOurOctober pennant race brought this state. I’m hoping our Packers will come back from the bye week ready to roll. I’m looking forward to seeing the Bucks play in their new stadium.
And, yesterday, I took a walk through the woods and soaked in all the last, fading colors of fall.
