Now in the Autumn of my years, I see all the books I wanted to read and all trips I wanted to take still waiting to be experienced. Well, guess what? I can do some of those things I didn't have time or money for before. No, I'll never swim the English Channel or climb Mt. Everest, but I never wanted to anyway. I wanted to write and walk in the woods. I do those things now. I wanted to tell my grandchildren about their ancestors and I have. I still do.
I have celebrated weddings and births and grieved at deaths and failures, but mostly in my Autumn Years, I am learning there is much to accomplish and I am crowding all the experiences in, and it enriches my days and my life. I write to people I love. I walk in the rain, well, not much; but I do stand on the porch and inhale the fragrance.
I find I'm doing things for people--no reason, just 'cause I can. I take out the neighbor's garbage and do errands for her. I take a friend to church because she can no longer drive. I take my daughter to Bible study because I want her to have the joy of learning the deeper things.
There is a negative side to this: I become impatient with younger people who don't see the benefits of Autumn. They see it as an end rather than a season of fruit-bearing. They even cut short the harvest and fail to follow through with planning for the next season. There is Winter and rest and a new Spring coming.