We think people live to the fullness of years. They begin in spring and pass through all the seasons before the cold winter claims them.
But some survive only one season, or two–never enjoying the fruitful harvest of the latter years the younger years of hard work are meant to produce.
Read the rest here: Falling Leaves
Fall doesn’t last long here in Alabama.
We have summer right through September most years and even into October on occasion.
This year was even shorter-hot, hot, hot, hot, cold!
But no matter how long or short the temperate days I have two or three trees I look for when the cold nights work their magic and the leaves turn bright.
One, two, three passes and then one day they’re gone.
A windy rain knocked every one to the earth.
All the glory on the ground.
And my heart notes once again that nothing in this life is forever.
Even the most beautiful and highly treasured things will fade and fall.
People too.
Read the rest here: All The Glory on the Ground
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