An Ohio Fall

The touch of an Ohio fall is reaching more fully into life. It for me is always bittersweet as the long days of summer and lots of golf and beach time give way to the crispness and brevity and the beauty of a season’s change. “Unless a grain of wheat fall to the ground and die, it cannot bear fruit”. We hold onto that which is more constant; family, friends, familiar places, favored rituals, faith. Gratitude makes the journey easier and the new growth more precious.