Cold crisp mornings. Frosty leaves
crunching underfoot. A hint of sunshine that barely warms my face.
The colours abound and I have to use the word love. I love mornings
like this. It's so cold I can see my breath, but the promise of
warmth from a sun barely over the mountains keeps me walking. Down
our street, past the reds, yellows and oranges. The leaves at the
top reflecting the sunlight off of them, all sparkly from the frost.
I really like fall. I can pull out all
my favourite soup and stew recipes (kids really like cream of
broccoli). I get to wear my cozy sweaters and fleece pants. Snuggle
a little closer with my kids and hubby. Good times.
The other morning was so beautiful. It
was as though I was walking down a road paved in gold. The trees
lining the street all had turned their leaves the most beautiful
shades of yellow. They covered the sidewalks and road and then the
sun was overhead and it was almost overwhelming. As though my eyes
could not take in all the yellow. I just stood there and soaked it
in. Then the wind picked up wee bit and I was breathless. Just
yellow. Everywhere. Under my feet and around me. I was having a
moment. Struck by the beauty that I was being blessed with on such a
chilly morning.
It got me thinking about God's love for
us. We might not always see it or feel it or even be aware that He
love us so much. He is always there, ever present, faithful.
Watching over us, around us, and under our feet.
I said a prayer of thanks and with a
renewed sense of joy made my way home. Grateful for the blessing of
seasons that change and the beauty we get see in each day.
