The Rhythm of the Seasons

This afternoon Husband and I went for a walk along Garrison Creek. The leaves are turning color now that it's October, but it's kind of snuck up on us, bit by bit. We're into a few of those autumn days that are nippy in the morning without frost, and then a summery 70 degrees (Fahrenheit) sometime in the afternoon. Come along on our walk with us.

I never noticed the fly when I took the picture (click on the picture to see him more clearly). He was the surprise waiting for me when I downloaded my pictures and was looking at them tonight. It reminded me of those Dutch Jan van Huysum paintings of fruit and flowers, where the ants, flies and moths are painted into the still life, so real you almost think they'd fly or crawl off the painting toward you. Check out the fly on the tulip in this one.

These blackberries didn't get the memo that summer is over.

I don't know what these are, but I think they did get the memo that summer is over, because they are starting to look a bit pinched and wrinkly.

And finally, near the end of our walk, just a block from home, these happy folk were hanging out near a wooden fence, glowing in the evening sunshine.

It's good to take some time to be in awe ... in the autumn.

Why don't you honor me? Why aren't you in awe before me? Yes, me, who made the shorelines to contain the ocean waters. I drew a line in the sand that cannot be crossed. Waves roll in but cannot get through; breakers crash but that's the end of them. But this people—what a people! Uncontrollable, untameable runaways. It never occurs to them to say, 'How can we honor our God with our lives, The God who gives rain in both spring and autumn and maintains the rhythm of the seasons, Who sets aside time each year for harvest and keeps everything running smoothly for us?' Jeremiah 5:20 (Message)