You certainly have outdone Yourself today.
I can't stop staring at all the trees, what with their bid to see who is the most magnificent and all.
It's so grand it boggles the mind. The camera doesn't do it justice. Paintings look artificial. For folks who've never seen this, they probably wouldn't believe a photograph or a painting.
I watched raindrops glisten on a dogwood leaf for ten minutes. That peculiar golden pink color that the leaves turn really offset the bright red berries that sit in clusters on its branches.
And that orange, red, yellow, cinnamon, gold! Wet it a little, then let the sun come out.
Man, You really know what You're doing. Right now the sky is as blue as an Irish baby's eyes.
And the air! Oh, the smell that is attached to autumn! Think flannel, wool, fleece, thick cotton, quilts, fireplaces, homemade soup and cornbread. It's beyond description.
The sounds are different, too. Muted. Like the orchestra is winding down and is now playing lullabies to get us ready for the sleep of winter.
Yes, sir.
You've really outdone Yourself today.
My hat is off to You, Lord. Your creation, even as badly as we've treated it, is beyond my wildest imagination.
I don't thank You enough.
But I'm thanking You now.
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