Yesterday morning was just lovely. A tad brisk, but lovely. I walked down to the church behind our place and took some pictures of their trees (since we don’t have our own yet), and when I was looking at the pictures again this morning, they reminded of a line in a Josh Groban song: “Flaming flowers that brightly blaze/ Swirling clouds and violet haze/ Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue/ Colors changing hue/ Morning fields of amber grain …”

Isn’t autumn a gorgeous time of year? All the seasons can be, I know, but I particularly notice the Spring and Fall. It’s almost as if God gets out His box of colors for a final flourish before He sends the world to bed for the winter.