The leaves are falling in a chilly, drizzly rain just outside the window where I sit.
I always try to be ready for the finally bare trees, but I think I failed this year.
When I make time to stroll golden-carpeted grass, then I'm ready to let the leaves
fall with no regrets. The maples trees in our front yard and the sweet gum in the back
are among the last trees in the area to turn, so the show goes on here for a
little bit longer than expected.
There might be a few more days to appreciate the fall color after this rain clears away.
My own reflection in a honeysuckle berry.
Side Note -
I want to leave you with a quote that is just too good to leave unmentioned. If you've been led through valleys of trial or spent any time in a vale of suffering, then these words from ol' Clive may be especially savory to you, as they were to me.
"Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys."