The hills are beautiful. The vivid reds, oranges and yellows paint the hills. The tall dark spruces accentuate the out of control colour. The many days of steel grey skies are the perfect backdrop.
In the garden the last of summer flowers hold forth. The bright, pink honeysuckle doesn't know it is past its time.
In all this beauty there is a unique sadness. Rambunctious summer is gone and not yet replaced by winter fun.
Stacked wood fills the porch, as the long, evening gatherings have disappeared with the evening light. The white wicker chairs are dragged off to the barn.
Life's grand questions that seem to evaporate in the warm sunshine, gradually find their way home.
It is not yet cold enough for a warm fire to help quiet some questions.
Hearts have given thanks for the autumn abundance. The rush and crush of Christmas lies ahead.
Let's light the jack o lanterns and wait for the excited voices of small children in the dark night.
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