The huge arctic blast that everyone has been talking about has reached my area. Lows last night hit nearly 20F, and today’s highs will be in the low 40s. These are temperatures we normally see in January, not November!
I admit I don’t care for the shorter days of winter, but the quality of sunlight this time of year is so golden and so magical, it almost makes up for the brevity of days.
The leaves have been beautiful. It seemed to take a long time for them to turn, but I don’t know when I’ve ever seen a more beautiful display. The peak never lasts long enough to suit, so I’ve tried to absorb every moment of the splendor that I possibly can. Driving late in the afternoon, earlier this week, along a stretch of country road, it seemed the red-leafed Bradford pears, the dogwoods, the crepe myrtles were ablaze! And the golden maples, sycamores, and ash were lit from within themselves.
So often people give only a cursory bit of attention to such details, but this beauty has really fed my soul. I pray I may never be too busy, or too low in spirits, or too distracted, to be able to appreciate such generous, even extravagant, indications of God’s Love.