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To where two countries meet;
Through the golden Sawtooth hills,
With the waves at their feet.
Along the pebbled, craggy edge,
Where restless waters stretch,
All the way to meet the dawn,
At a line so faintly etched.
Through the forest silent,
To where the roaring water falls,
Beneath the gentle mountain peaks,
Where the soaring eagle calls.
Spires of pine were pointing up,
While fluttering leaves fell down,
To grace the humble forest floor,
In a multi-colored gown.


A journey up the North Shore in October is about as lovely an autumn experience as it gets—and if you can get fresh coffee and cardamom rolls to eat while you drive, even better.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul…who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” (Psalm 103:1,5)
Since the leaves are mostly fallen now, I sat down the other day and sorted through all the autumn pictures I’d taken this year. As I did so, I found it interesting to note the varied locations they were photographed in. One was from our backyard, another across the front yard. Some were along familiar trails, others along never-before-hiked trails. Several were taken deep in the heart of the Chippewa National Forest.




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Orange has been one of my favorite colors for a long time. It’s an accent color used quite sparingly in nature, though—and that’s why I was so pleased to find a rowan tree growing in our own backyard. It’s lacy pinnate fronds are ever graceful and attractive in their own right, but the fruit clumps that ripen to a vibrant orange in late summer are certainly my favorite feature.