Know Your Season, Grow Your Season
Here in the Canadian Rockies, the summers are magnificent, and also very short. Cottonwood trees blow their fuzz everywhere in an attempt to take root before snows come. Flowers bloom in abundance, taking advantage of the sun. And deer lay their fawns in tall, tall grass.
Sometimes I think I waited too long to do something, thinking that the "season" will go on forever and that there is time. I'm reminded not to waste time. But to take advantage of every minute. Like seeing the deer birth her fawn. What is it that you need to birth?