The tree across the street has donned its autumn finery again. Here are views of it during this last week of cool weather. It has changed dramatically in the last 7 days. I remember when I put a photo of it in a newsletter for Jeff last year to show the change of seasons. Every year this tree is a signal to me that the leaves are changing in earnest and that they will soon be gone. Winter, such as it is around here, will be upon us.
This is my 20th autumn as a mother, and I still feel like every day is new. Every season comes with new challenges and joys, fresh adventures and interesting new ways of testing my mettle. I hope that like my tree, I can roll with the changes, be the best I can be at each season, rest when I get the chance, then burst forth again with a fresh, green kind of beauty when the warmth of spring comes back around. Sometimes joy and ease seem to go into hiding for a while, but this year’s fallen leaves are the nourishment for future growth.
My Red Door Days 