1005. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocate

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In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year,
bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.
~Rose G. Kingsley

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Leaf by leaf and petal by petal, the garden unravels more and more each day. And with every wind that blows, be it from the north, the south, the east, or the west, little eddies of leaf litter now blow about dancing like bits of confetti. Too can be seen the first skeletons of trees and shrubs laid bare by the blustery winds and recent downpours. Yet the temperatures have remained mildish and so amid the decay are, even as the sands in late autumn’s hourglass run out, “honey’d leavings” and faint renditions of fall’s “lusty song.” However, soon and like all things, the last season of the year will come to its Sabbath and therefore have to rest until its next appointed hours.

What prodigious phenomenons are the seasons of the year! How carefully planned! What attention to detail they are given! Even in places where there are no robust seasonal changes, one is able to discern the Divine’s purpose. No matter when or where one is, there is a discernible rhythm to the seasonal harmonies in the cosmic book of days. And in the rhythms are a sacred and perceptible heartbeat, a heartbeat that if sought and listened to is as recognizable as that of a mother’s to her infant. For it is the beating heart of God, and His comforting eternal echo of the spheres can be heard in every corner of the universe. Like gravity the sound of it holds hearers in its grasp, and in the hearing comes the longing to see the face of the Holy One whose heart holds us, His children, with a love bigger than the universe itself.

Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons and the dove, the swift and the thrush observe the time of their migration. ~Except from Jeremiah 8:7  ✝

**I love this capture I got of the red oak leaf that became wedged in the latch on my greenhouse door during yesterday’s high winds.

17 thoughts on “1005. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocate”

  1. it is truly reassuring knowing that He indeed does know…He knows it’s unseasonably hot, he knows that trees that should be normally dormant are not blooming, he knows that come February we’ll probably have ice and snow and sending all tender vegetation to its grave…He knows the off kilter feeling of unreasonable weather as other parts of the country reel from the extreme rains and snows—it is comforting knowing His hand is there…that He sees and He knows…nothing escapes His knowledge…Hugs and love—cookie

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    • Indeed it is truly reassuring that He knows everything that’s going on and even more reassuring that He has everything under control.
      And that no matter what autumn will turn to winter, winter will turn to spring, spring will turn to summer, and summer to autumn once again regardless of what the weather does or does not do. Hugs and love, N 🙂 ❤

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    • Thank you, Raewyn. I couldn’t believe the leaf had blown in the handle like that and was so glad I had time to go get my camera before it either fell out or the wind blew it out. I’m glad you’ve been getting some rain as the land and our souls definitely need it. 🙂 ❤

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