- nicole
- Aug 17
- 3 min read
Updated: 3 days ago

Every year, I wait for the sunflowers.

There's something about seeing that first burst of yellow that makes me stop.
They're bright and beautiful and unmistakably summer leading into fall —and that, for me, always carried a quiet reminder that change is coming.
I would usually say, "you know it's time to get back to routine when the sunflowers loom."
Oh, and the geese, don't forget the geese flying by in their arrow. And noticing the one that seems a bit off course.
But, then it begins. Earlier Mornings. New Schedules. New Attitudes. Did I mention earlier mornings? The familiar shift from the freedom of summer back into routine.

And then there was the year "back to school" meant something entirely different.
It meant preparing for my daughter to leave for college. As much as I love my Michigan State Spartans (Go Green!), having her in MI was kinda far away. Or helping my other daughter quickly pack to begin her ballet career in Florida; again Florida isn't next door.
And, suddenly, the season I had watched arrive year after year felt different.🤔
This wasn't just another school year.
Something was changing.
And, at that time, I wasn't quite ready for it.
The Signs of a New Season
The funny thing is, I've always loved this time of year.
I love when the mums start appearing everywhere. I love football games, the first hint of cooler air, and yes, the moment I decide it's finally acceptable to pull out my pumpkin pillows and put them back on the couch while I hold my pumpkin spiced coffee.
And while we're being honest, I'm already looking forward to the Hallmark Countdown to Christmas.🎄
Yes, I know. The sunflowers are still blooming.
But maybe that's exactly the point.
I'm looking forward to what's coming while I'm still standing in what's here.
The sunflowers are blooming while the mums are beginning to arrive.
Summer hasn't completely left, but fall is already making itself known.
For a little while, both seasons exist together.
And isn't that so much like life?
We Truly Can Hold Both
Maybe that's why this sunflower means something different to me now.
It still reminds me of backpacks, school calendars, college goodbyes, and seasons that passed much faster than I realized they would.
But it also reminds me that moving forward doesn't mean leaving everything behind.
We can miss what was and love what is.
We can feel nostalgic for one season while being excited about the next.
And, maybe we're a little like August.
Part sunflower. Part mum.
Holding pieces of what has been while making room for what's coming.
The sunflower doesn't resist the changing season.
It simply blooms and turns toward the light.
Maybe that's what it's been teaching me all these years.
We aren't meant to hold onto one season forever.
We're meant to live it, love it, let it shape us—and when the time comes, carry the beautiful parts with us into whatever comes next.
The sunflowers are blooming again.
Soon there will be mums on the porch, football on the television, cooler evenings, pumpkin pillows on my couch—and eventually, I'll happily settle in for the Hallmark Countdown to Christmas.
And this year, I'm going to let myself enjoy all of it.
The memories of what this season used to mean.
The beauty of what it means now.
And the possibility of whatever might be waiting in the season ahead.
Because maybe moving forward isn't about leaving the old season behind.
Maybe it's about carrying its beauty with us...
while still turning toward the light.🌻
My question for you - what season of life are you in right now and what are you ready to make room for? Let me know, let's start a conversation!😊🌻
Also a reminder, as the sunflowers bloom, something new is here too!! Let me know what you think my wonderful Site Members! Enjoy!
