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THE SEASONS OF LIFE

There was once a thoughtful man who had four sons, each strong-willed and quick to form opinions. Wanting them to understand patience, perspective, and the danger of judging too quickly, he devised a lesson rooted not in lectures, but in lived experience and time.

He sent his sons, one by one, on a long journey to observe a single pear tree growing far away. Each son was sent during a different season, so none of them would see the tree under the same conditions or circumstances.

The first son traveled during the depths of winter, when the air was cold and the ground was bare. When he returned, he described the tree as ugly, twisted, and lifeless, its branches bent and stripped of anything worth admiring.

The second son was sent in early spring, when the earth was slowly waking. He returned with a different account, explaining that the tree was alive with green buds and fresh shoots, quietly full of promise and unseen potential.

The third son went during the height of summer, when warmth and growth were everywhere. He spoke passionately of blossoms covering the tree, filling the air with sweet fragrance, calling it graceful, vibrant, and the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

The youngest son made the journey in autumn, when the year was nearing its close. He returned describing a tree heavy with ripe fruit, drooping under its own abundance, alive with fulfillment, nourishment, and the reward of time patiently endured.

The father listened carefully to each son, then gently explained that none of them were wrong. Each had simply seen the tree in a single season, never realizing that every phase was necessary to complete its full story.

He told them that a tree, like a person, cannot be judged by one moment, one struggle, or one appearance. The true measure of a life is revealed only after all seasons have passed and their lessons are complete.

If you abandon hope during winter, you will never see the promise of spring, the beauty of summer, or the fulfillment of fall. Do not let one difficult season define an entire life, or steal the joy that still lies ahead.

Summer Memories

     I used to hear friends say how excited they were for summer to come because they got to sleep in when school was out. This was not the case for us. My dad was a school teacher, so he was home more in the summer. We would wake up at 6:30 to do our chores, like milking goats, feeding the animals, and picking the fruit or vegetables on our little farm. Whatever was in season, we were picking something. We didn’t have much idle time. After we did our morning chores, we would eat breakfast. It the summer we usually had more time to help mom make good breakfasts like French Toast, biscuits, pancakes, or waffles. To this day, breakfast is one of my favorite meals to make and eat. After breakfast, we would divide up the rest of the chores and have some down time after lunch to play all kinds of card and board games.
    I think my childhood memories are some of my happiest, because these were simple times. We had a schedule to follow that was a safe space to be in. We were sheltered from the outside world, and we knew we were loved. Was it perfect? No! But it was perfect for us at the time.