There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven. - Ecclesiastes 3:1

What about when that season comes to an end?  Winter warms and melts into spring.  Spring warms and soaks the earth gradually getting warmer and dries into summer.  The summer sun dries and cracks the ground until the autumn frost kills the flora and the leaves fall to the ground covering what is left of the green with a brown blanket. All the things of the previous season disappear with the new: the snow, the mud, the blooms, the leaves, each giving way to the next without resistance.

The seasons seem to move along changing sometimes subtly into the next and other times more drastically, like the first killing frost of autumn that turns greens to browns and causes the trees that were a yellow and red haze yesterday to stand bare against the clear blue sky. 

Sometimes we hold on to a season, it seems to linger, allowing us to wear our flip flops well into November.  That is, until it becomes uncomfortable enough for us to change.  Sometimes we hold on to the seasons of our lives that way, especially the ones that are comfortable and easy going or the ones that are cozy and warm.  Its like not being quite ready to shed that old wool sweater and give up our cozy place by the fireside to feel the warm spring sun on our skin. Do we hold on because it is comfy or do we not realize that old sweater has become itchy?  Either way, we know we need to shed that old wool to feel the warmth of the spring sunshine.