Fall musings

During the fall months, when the air is crisp and clean, when whiffs of smoke drift in the evening breeze, I feel renewed. The sky is painted blue, so clear, and the mountains stand, white-capped as sentinels against storms that will soon come knocking.

There is something magical about watching the leaves turn the multitude of colors from yellow to orange to crimson before they dance free to float and whirl upon the wind. I love walking this time of year, hearing the wind move the leaves in a a final shudder before release. Different trees combining in a rustling symphony—the deep rattle of red-stained oak leaves above the gurgling whisper of golden aspen leaves.

There is a gathering together, as evening comes quickly and we snuggle in our warm homes against the cool evening air. The reconnecting that happens in a family as early autumn sunsets close in forcing us to reunite again ... to slow life as our world centers inside instead of out.

There is something deeply satisfying, comforting, about eating a warm meal in a home awash with light against the cold darkness. As snowy winds swirl and knock against our windows, we cuddle under thick blankets of contentment.

Such a life the Lord has brought us, such an incredibly diverse, rich, satisfying life. The little things like beautiful multi-colored leaves and the big things like a loving family, with such as these will I be content and bless my Lord.

Blessings.