My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
**I was hoping you could see that the morning glory below, heavy with dew after the rain, was an awesome, pink delight to behold, but the image is too smalll here for you to see its alluring sparkle.
Northerly winds in the night blew our gray, rain-bearing clouds away, and the day dawned under a fresh, China blue sky. Layers of dust that had been blowing in on southerly winds for weeks were washed away, sent back to the soil from whence they came. As a result heaven’s dome along with the landscape looked sparkling clean and pristine. In the day’s early light growing green things shined greener, new growth pushed up on rose canes, seedlings appeared in soil once parched and cracked by summer’s fiendish assaults. Wildlife, though always smaller in number in October, flew, crawled, and buzzed with renewed energy and enthusiasm in the aftermath of the recent slow, soaking rains. And so with a bit of an almost frosty nip in the air, this day evolved into our first quintessential, autumn day. How, then, on such a day, could the early call to venture out in the yard, camera in hand, have been ignored? Or how could it have been a surprise that the vignettes I found were so exquisite that all I could muster, with eyes blurred by joyful tears, was praise for the Holy One whose presence amidst the glory was sweetly palpable?
Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind. Let them sacrifice thank offerings and tell of his works with songs of joy. ~Psalm 107:21-22 ✝