|A family visit to Gust Farm.|
Spring, summer, fall and winter came in turn. And it was great. It was like being in western New York State where I had grown up, then living in Boston, Madison, Wisconsin, and Toledo, Ohio. "I like living in a place that has four seasons," I told Andy.
"Well, I hope you feel this way as winter rolls in," my sister laughed, "which it seems to be doing right now!" She put up her hood for emphasis. I could feel a North wind blowing over us as we searched the pumpkin patch under gray skies. I think I'm ready for it. Ready for the turning of the seasons, and the beauty each brings.
Our Gust Farm visit brought it together, enjoying a family outing as fall was turning into winter. "To everything there is a season."