The spiders around my house are looking healthy and fat these days. When I first moved out here, they looked exotic and frightening. In Indiana, it was mostly Daddy long-legs. I used to diligently sweep them all out of sight.

At some point, I called a truce. I asked them to stay out of my hair and not to crowd out the doorways or windows. Now, if they spin their webs out of the way, I leave them alone. I gently move the inevitable encroachers to better spots. I’ve learned to tell individual spiders apart and must confess to esteeming the more diligent and crafty among them. I see now that I am the host of these little creatures guarding my house from annoying insects.

I’m still a bit squeamish around the Hobos. This is the time of year they try to get inside to lay their eggs. I’m not cool with the ones that can really hurt me. I’ve had enough pain for one year. Fall is a time of slowing down, hunkering down, and letting go. Death surrounds us. The rains and darkness descend. Some of us have been fighting for our lives. Some have been relieved of the struggle. Others are just beginning.

This fall, may we take solace from the seasons’ rewards. Warm cafés, brisk espresso, wood smoke, woolen sweaters, time with family, maybe even Sunday School.

Falling is not easy, but we needn’t fall alone.

One year ago, Bill Case was hospitalized, recovering from a significant stroke. Last week, he was back at the church, pruning the roses.

This is a good time to trim them up, and bring some inside to enjoy. It’s time to hold each other close as the circle of life makes another turn.