Cold and time have begun to muddy nature’s pallet so that the only golden leaves that remain are on the calendars that hang on my walls. Life isn’t dull, however, because so much beauty and fun await me every day, if only I look expecting to find them.
|Sagebrush gone to seed|
|The wild roses still glow russet|
|The kids romp atop the flatbed trailer|
“The unthankful heart…discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.” –HENRY WARD BEECHER