Just yesterday, I swear, the forest stood shrouded in the deep dark green of late summer. And then today—quite literally overnight—this scattering of Autumn on our lawn.
I do not take it lightly, this click of the calendar to October. In fact I hold a rather unwieldy attachment to it, this month that marks the undeniable passing of summer, the soul of Autumn, the season of nature’s most spectacular show.
If ever there is a time in which God says Watch This, surely it is October.