Enter into His gates with thanksgiving
and into His courts with praise.
Be thankful unto Him, and bless His name.
For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting;
and His truth endures to all generations. Psalm 100:4-5
I almost feeling like I should apologize for "more fall pictures" but I won't. I know some of my lovely friends&sisters like to enjoy this time of year through the camera lens because they are in other places (for instance, deserts or the deep South), and do not get to experience first hand the autumn colors. So, I keep blogging these (this is quite possibly the last) fall pictures because I can't help myself; it is my favorite time of year, and because I do want to share my little bit of God's beautiful world, with you.
In these harvest days, the leaves on the trees turn different colors, fall to the ground, and after a while they get gloriously crunchy. Seth and I walked on the edge of the road today so we could hear the crispiness. The smell that comes up from these dry leaves is sweet and earthy, a distinct smell all it's own.
I do enjoy the color combinations that God Himself designed into nature.
Brown and deep Yellow
I looked for a long time at the tree (in the left-hand background) and the pink of these leaves.
Beige, Gray, and Dusky Pink
Pink and Green
This next sight was fun. It stopped me in my tracks again (the children are SO patient!)......
A single red leaf surrounded by pinks and greens. All arranged and designed, seemingly just for me!
One of our neighbor's artful front stoop: six potted mums, a birdbath, and a bright blue milk jug
(sitting here, wondering if I should anonymously print this out and pop it into their mailbox? with a note saying their decorations were appreciated?) would that be weird?
street curb plus a cute boy
On our way home we found our cat. He is a prowler.......we find him all over. The other day he was in the neighbor's cabbage patch watching birds on the other end of the road. His territory is the whole neighborhood, apparently.
His name is Spot. My grandpa gave him to me when he was still alive and living in the old farmhouse.
Seth got all tired out on the walk, though you wouldn't think it possible. He said, "MOM. When we get home I AM GOING TO NEED A BREAK."
(I might add, "to tire him out" is one of the purposes of these almost-daily walks).
Sarah Joy was along, but she was in her stroller until we got home. I unbuckled her and then she got to play in the leaves, too.
"Then lift up the head with a song!
And lift up the hand with a gift!
To the ancient Giver of all
The spirit in gratitude lift!"
Amelia A Barr