Walking around my neighborhood this week, capturing the last of the Fall leaves before they are gone. Many falls have passed and I have barely had time to notice them. I ache when the season passes and I feel I have missed it. This year I took the time to notice the season. I am hoping I can do the same when Spring comes. This past Spring came so early (flowers began to bloom in Feb) and we were so busy with schooling. It was fully summer by June and most of the Spring flowers were past. I felt resentment and a sinking feeling that I felt I had missed it (again). I plan to not miss it this coming year. This year, I pledge that if it is in my control, I will seize the moments.