november

It's not over...

till the

last

leaf

falls.

Don't rush me, winter.

the eyes slow down and see

Have you ever taken the "get to know your friends" quiz? There is usually one specific question I can't answer. It stumps me.


"What's your favorite season?"


I don't think I can label one as my favorite. As much as I love the reds and the yellows, the brilliant blue sky, the squirrels that gather,



I think my favorite part is that they change.



I suppose I could live somewhere where it's always warm and sunny. It would be nice to grow a garden all year long, and never have to pull out all the bulky winter gear or sop up sloppy footprints by the front door.



But what would I miss?

Each time a season steps aside for the next, my surroundings shift, and my eyes are open to see the patterns of change that were in existence long before I was here to notice. I see things that remind me of last year's pumpkin patch, of the crops of my childhood, and of bringing my first baby home. I'm thankful for the seasons that change and give me something new to see. Again.

God's handwriting

Never lose an opportunity

of seeing anything beautiful,

for beauty

is God's handwriting.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

the caterpillar and the butterfly

From this:





To this:




It still amazes me.

sunrise

I wish I could take credit for these beautiful pictures, but this is Jamie's work. He was up early one morning and decided to drive out to Coronado Heights (highest point around here). See, that's why you'll never see my name signed to a sunrise photo. I don't get up early enough! I thought they were just gorgeous, and wanted to share.