Could It Be Fall

I was walking around looking at the trees that seem
to be shedding. I have a favorite Sugar Maple that
I would be so sad if if died because it is just glorious
in the fall. When under it on the ground was this leaf.
I couldn't believe all of the red on it. I didn't even have
my camera I had to go back in the house and find it.

The birds have eaten the sunflower seed into this pattern.
I thought if you looked at it sort of squinty, you can see
a spider shape, sort of like a orb spider hanging in the middle
of its web.

A pumpkin that is almost all orange, I can't wait
to see it on my front porch, or in a pie or as a
funny jack-o-lantern.
The crab-apple tree is loaded with tiny apples.

I would be hard pressed to say what my favorite
season is, I love spring that comes softly and I love the
smell of the dirt warming up and the nights as they
grow shorter.
I love summer with all of the gifts it brings, like the taste
of a fresh picked tomato standing out in the garden still
warm from the sun, or waking up really early and watching
the sun peak over the the mountains.

I love winter and the clouds as they change shape as the
wind chases them out of the valley, or the smell of wood
smoke from the fire places and sitting in front of the wood
stove watching the fire dance and be far away in a imaginary
land.
But fall, I wait for it, I look for it as young wife watches for
her beloved to come in from a ship that has been in far away
places. Fall brings with it the promise of hot chocolate, and pumpkin
pie and thinking of the leaves as they change into all of their finery,
and then watch as they dance and play across the ground.
Of sitting with a sewing project on my lap, or a good book that
begs to be read and sitting and listening to my husband play his
guitar and the wind blowing outside. I think maybe, just maybe
I like fall a tiny bit more than I do the other seasons.
Have a lovely Tuesday!

Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!

(Psalm. 107:6)