Autumn has arrived, and with it, apples!! Now, if anyone knows me, they know I’m very easily excited, and no season makes me kick up my heels more than autumn. Something in the air makes me want to jump and skip and generally be undignified.
I can’t help but write poetry and sing in the dusty sunlight of autumn. I can’t help but take pictures everywhere and rhapsodize about them while quoting Robert Frost. Just in the last few days and weeks, God’s faithfulness has shown itself powerfully to me, and I can’t quell the bubbles of joy and peace welling up in me! There’s so much to look forward to, and so much to thank Him for!!
One chilly spring evening when I was eight, I watched my dad and brothers dig deep holes in the empty space behind our bunkhouses. Skinny little trees, bare and twig-like, stood up straight in their garbage bags of dirt. We helped my dad hold them straight as he thumped the dirt around them.
Eleven years later, I still feel like a little kid when I head out to that once-empty space that’s now our orchard, and run down the grassy aisles and find great globes of pure deliciousness hanging on the sturdy little trees.
Happy Autumn, everyone!