Yes, the last…the next to last, anyway.
So delicate and beautiful, we now have three rosebushes gracing the strip garden beside our driveway, one bright fuchsia pink, one shaded green-rose, and this peach rose.
This is the time of year when the maple tree has turned red, red, casting inside the house through the windows a rose red glow even when the sky is overcast.
Now, past the 20th of October, the red leaves are all down already. The maple is sticks against the background green (still) beech. The indoor glow lessens to a color-neutral as the light from yellow leaves all around the house is dominant. Up the street there is one old giant swamp maple burning flame-orange.
It is this time of year, apparently, that beckons me to return to writing.
And grateful for it.
Amazing….the Creator’s way of showing love to us.
Yes, Chris, and a merciful warm burst of His color before the landscape goes to sleep!
So happy to see a return to writing!! Lively homage to Fall. As usual you paint beautiful word pictures.
So thankful for you, Sandy, my painterly friend. This is a sparse return, but it has begun…
Hi Deanna,
Just beautiful writing as usual! Glad to see you have been inspired to write. I feel like I’m there with you enjoying God’s creation. Our love to you and your wonderful husband.
Bogar and Mari
And how wonderful it would be to have you back here again! Warm greetings from us both in chilly but gorgeous New Hampshire.
Hi, Deanna…this was so nice. Thanks for sharing it!
Glen