About this time 2 years ago I was picking up walnuts off the ground and letting them dry out. We had more black walnuts than you can imagine that year.
You may remember my hard labor when I posted about gathering them back here http://inmyneckofthewoods.blogspot.com/2007/10/black-walnuts.html Anyway while walking tonite I noticed that this year we have nary a nut to be found any where. It was an awful lot of work cracking all those walnuts anyway and I decided I would not take on that endeavor again.
What I did notice was the brilliant colors that God has painted in the leaves, the sassafras are a beautiful lemon yellow, the dogwood are bright rusty reds, maple are a variety of colors, depending on the species, some cream color, some reds, some multi variation of several colors all on one leaf, the ferns have been touched with frost and are now lying on the ground a dark brown. Then the evergreens are of course still green and stand out within all the colors as sentries of the woods. My road changes with each season, the dogwood line the road each spring with beautiful delicate white and soft pink flowers,reminding us of the death and resurrection of Jesus, summer is a canopy of greens that shelter me with new soft supple leaves from the hot sun as I walk down the road and now fall with all the colors painted so carefully for our eyes to drink in.
Each season pointing to a God that is so great we can't fathom His bigness. I like the crisp air, the coolness of fall sweater weather, but I really really don't like what follows that white stuff that is slippery cold and wet. Still there is beauty in that season I just have to look harder.. I'm just sayin.....