This was a November unmatched for beauty, as autumn lingered gloriously long—and these are the quintessential pictures of it in my mind.
The landscape awash in rich browns and golds…
the rustle of drying grasses in the gentle breeze as the sunlight gilded it all to royalty…
the frosty mornings…
followed by warm and golden days…
But kind as it’s been to us, November is still a month of transitions as it must be, a split personality, if you will, bridging the gap between autumn and winter—and “they say”, whoever they may be, that the time of the inevitable change is at hand. There’s a winter storm warning for the weekend, and it’s time to finish that project of putting small girls’ mittens on strings that I’ve been putting off because we just haven’t needed them yet.
So, gladly anticipating the approach of a new season and a world of white on its way, I take a moment to bid one last adieu to autumn. It’s been lovely—see you next year!
“O God…You have established all the boundaries of the earth; you have made summer and winter.” (Psalm 74:17)
(And the seasons in between—and I’m grateful!)
Rejoicing Hills 