If I had the patience or believed I had the time, I could look out my window and see leaves turning green to yellow as swiftly as they fall. So suddenly it is fully autumn and seems all the more poetic after the longest of summers. The yard and gardens continue soaking in the rain, never saturated. The lavender has taken off again as lush as early June. Until now, I’ve no memory of autumn coming like a second spring only wearing a different palette.
As with so many things spiritual, autumn which follows drought seems more glorious. I expected less, assumed heat and drought had surely sabotaged seasons to come. Yet here it is, just as wild and beautiful as ever. May the ordinary glory of the day refresh your expectations and mine. peace and prayers, pastor annette