Autumn and the fall of summer always makes me a little sad. The light Nordic nights fade, the sparkling colours of summer are gone, soon everything will be covered in a thick layer of snow and ice, as we cover our bodies with extra layers of wool. Yes, our Nordic winters are cold.
I am away all this week, on a deanery visitation with the bishop of Nidaros. And while driving back to the hotel this afternoon we met the first snow. I am not ready for this yet, though at the same time it is a blessing to live with the seasons and the different light, different weather and different experiences they give.
At Lindisfarne we also met the fading beauty of summer, or rather the rising beauty of autumn. I couldn't resist these thistles which I found on the beach behind the church. And turning around my eyes were met with the last roses of the season. God's creation is amazing, and it is changing every day. Open your eyes and you will see that beaty surrounds you everywhere.
