Every part of nature teaches that the passing of life is making room for a new season when the gradation and harmony of fragrances and colors leave all present eager for more. The bleached herbage of the field appears from afar to take on the image of frost; a time in the fall that signals all nature is getting ready to turn on its lights of color; creating precious moments when the hillsides and woodlands seem as though they have been brightly painted in shades and hues of oranges, reds, and yellows by the Great Artisan’s brush; possibly as a way of letting his creation know that all cycles are in his care.
However, perhaps, when it is all said and done, it is his method of assuring us that the greatest gifts in life truly come from his bountiful harvest of blessings, and that nothing mankind can think or create equals the magnificence displayed throughout nature; no matter the season.
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"You alone are the Lord. You made the heavens, even the highest heavens, and all their starry host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them. You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship you." Nehemiah 9:6 New International Version (NIV)
Dear readers, you are now invited to not only enjoy this story, but walk right along with Grampe and his grandson through a time of fun and drama, and be a part of a joke that is in the works. Join the animals of the forest, truly Grampe’s friends, as they guess and chatter to one another, trying to figure out what trick he has up his sleeve; behavior that causes the entire woods to come alive with energy and expectations.
Certainly, as children, there was nothing more exciting to the siblings in our family than to hop into bed with the knowledge that the morrow would bring a walk in the woods with Grampe or dad. Then, to be roused out of bed in the early morning hours by a voice proclaiming all the beauty Jack Frost had created overnight, caused three sets of little feet to quickly patter toward the front porch anticipating the hills overlooking Piney River to be sparkling like an artist’s pallet with vivid brilliance.
Then, later as the family clomped noisily through the dried leaves, collecting the biggest and brightest to make leaf people, nothing could equal the joy that permeated the soul. Simply stated, it was a time when the senses were alive due to the autumn scents that tickled the nostrils of three little noses; all transpiring under the vastness of a spectacular blue, cloudless sky.
Ladies and gentlemen, these were the days, the beautiful days when things were simple, and all was well with the soul; a time when lessons were taught that would never be forgotten; especially about the responsibility man has toward the care of God’s gift of nature. What beauty! What richness! All occurring on an autumnal day; a time when the air was crisp, causing our breath to appear like vapor as we began our early morning trek toward the woods; all the while leaving footprints across the frosty, dew covered grass.
My fun loving Grampe wearing bows on his head at Christmas.
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