Something extraordinary, exciting and special happened this past weekend, and I was wondering if anyone else noticed it.

In the hustle and bustle of life, it would be easy to move through a weekend like we just had without taking notice of its beauty. Some of the most picture perfect weather happens not in the summer, but in the fall and winter.

I was driving home on Sunday afternoon and was suddenly aware of the crystal-clear blue sky above and before me, contrasted by the golden waves of corn and soybeans dancing gently in the cool fall breeze.

On days like this, you can toil away in the yard and scarcely break a sweat, and yet it's warm enough that you don't need a jacket. The air seems fresh and clean and the forests hint of the color that is to come. It is also during this time that the flowers seem to burst forth with added blooms as if they realize that their season will soon come to an end.

And how could I fail to mention the thousands of birds that swarm the fields, I would assume in search of food as they migrate southward for the winter. As they move from field to field, they resemble giant waves on the sea, almost blocking out the sun as they whoosh past overhead.

I'm amazed at how the seasons come and go in perfect rhythm. Every leaf knows when to turn. Every bird knows when to fly. Isn't it marvelous?

In a time when scientists are constantly reminding us of the problems with this old world, I hope you can take a moment to appreciate it for what it is. Yes, it's imperfect, but so are we as human beings, and yet most people can find at least one person who loves and treasures them exactly as they are.

I hope you find something, or someone, in this world to treasure.