As the display of Fall color bursts upon the mountains and valleys of God’s Country it is always a sight to behold.
As I wrote in my October column in “Georgia Mountain Laurel” magazine I didn’t really appreciate the beauty of the season until I had moved away and become an adult.
For much of my life, the leaves changing color was just something that happened. However as I have grown older, the changing colors represent more of a feeling, a feeling of blessing, reflection and joy.
This year, the weather leading up to peak season has been iffy. We have had warm weather, cold snaps and everything in between, it seemed like the colors of Fall may skip us this year….. but oh, what a surprise the landscape had in store.
Earlier this week it happened, as if overnight, the leaves all changed and what a magnificent change it is.
Today the weather is damp with fog and mist making the colors explode on the landscape, the oranges, yellows and reds glisten in the moisture like a Monet or Picasso.
As I drove home from Church this morning, I stopped my car and just looked. I soaked in those colors and let the beauty of the scenery in front of me wash over my soul.
It occurs to me that the colors of leaf season are a perfect prelude to Thanksgiving and Christmas. A time to be thankful for the blessings in our lives and remembrances of those who paved the pathways that we now walk.
Those colors, like the blessings we all enjoy, explode in goodness and are tucked away in our memories through the seasons of life. At times of darkness we can draw upon those memories to keep us moving forward and to rejoice in the blessings of life.
Like the seasons of our life, the season and colors of Fall renew the spirit and provide a joyous point leading up to celebrations yet to come.
I appreciate the colors of this season and the promise of what is to come. During dark days it is good to know the colors will return and provide hope for our next blessings that lie ahead.
** Thanks to Kevin Croom for the Photo Reminder. KCCPIX