After a noonday fall cool-down shower, I’m watching amber leaves and sun-kissed butterflies dance in the cool breeze. The golden Crepe Myrtle leaves pirouette down, twisting and twirling, joining hands with the intreprid, multi-colored butterflies fluttering up to meet them.
I don’t have the famous fall colors of Colorado’s Aspens, or Vermont’s Maples, but my backyard fall display is every bit as magical! My personal “Fall Dance Recital ” is right out my backdoor, if I’ll take the time to lift my head out of whatever I’m doing and recognize the glory right in front of me.
What’s keeping you from soaking up the glory in the changing seasons?
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven….