Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The oak leaves have transitioned from green to yellow to orange in our yard. Afternoons are brisk as the trees reveal their inner beauty before falling to the ground. Their mission in life is complete, until winter’s chill warms again to bring spring back around. I love getting lost in the mystery and constancy of the seasons. There is something profoundly natural, profoundly grounding to that rhythm. Soups and stews and casseroles find their way onto our table. I am grateful for the seasons, for my family and friends, for the food on my table, for trees and for God who created it all.