I don’t know what it was about this morning but today felt like the last vestiges of Autumn around here. It was a foggy morning and there was something about starkness of the grey of the fog with the scattering of leaves still on the trees.
I love fog. It's soft like a plush-stuffed-toy sheep. Its almost like being underwater. Good riddance too-hot-summer. Bye-bye silly autumn. Winter will come and go quickly and then maybe we can look forward to a happy spring and close-to-normal summer. Will there ever be one of those again? Also, I love the dictionary definition of "vestige." It and fog speak of mystery. What is in it? It makes me think of Jesus (and Stephen King) and how He experienced His life as a mystery. Mystery always demands faith in the unknown, but it is such a tease. Thus, life goes on and on and on and we can't do anything about the weather short of not burning fossil fuel.
Perhaps hope is essentially stubborn.
I am holding on to this as well.
The photos are beautiful- can feel the chill in the air.
Thank you. I love your first sentence. Maybe hope has to be stubborn to be Hope
Reminds me of a certain Carrie Newcomer song...
Also one of my favorite picture books: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I23L4DKFsv4
I love that story! I’d never heard it before.
And which one of Carrie’s songs? I think of several…
Leaves Don't Drop, They Just Let Go!
I forgot about that one!
And every season brings a change
A tree is what a seed contains
To die to live is life's refrain...
I wrote something similar yesterday!
Which post?
It's scheduled for next Tuesday :)
I love fog. It's soft like a plush-stuffed-toy sheep. Its almost like being underwater. Good riddance too-hot-summer. Bye-bye silly autumn. Winter will come and go quickly and then maybe we can look forward to a happy spring and close-to-normal summer. Will there ever be one of those again? Also, I love the dictionary definition of "vestige." It and fog speak of mystery. What is in it? It makes me think of Jesus (and Stephen King) and how He experienced His life as a mystery. Mystery always demands faith in the unknown, but it is such a tease. Thus, life goes on and on and on and we can't do anything about the weather short of not burning fossil fuel.