I Love the Fall

The Lighter Side

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I love to see the trees clothed in orange, red and yellow, and watch the leaves gently float to the ground, offering a delightful swish when I walk through them.

I love the return of fleecy sweatshirts and fuzzy sweaters and the weight of an extra blanket on my bed.

I love fall’s crisp air, crisp apples and apple crisp. I love homemade applesauce, apple cider, and apples covered with caramel.

I love orange pumpkins sitting on front porches, all friendly and bright; toasted pumpkin seeds, pumpkin breads, and pumpkin pies with real whipped cream (but not pumpkin lattes, thank you.)

I love the warm glow of windows in the early darkness, allowing me stolen glimpses into homes of strangers.

I love mums of yellow, purple and burnt orange (my favorite); showy cabbages flaunting curly leaves of white or purple; and colorful gourds, round or elongated, bumpy or striped.

I love the way fall rouses my heart and inspires me and fills me with gratitude, as if preparing me for its crescendo at Thanksgiving.

I love the seasonal reminder that God is faithful and oversees everything. And that the Creator of fall and winter, spring and summer is good—and, like His creation, He is very, very beautiful.

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