From The Mud Puddle

For the past week or so, I have been driving into my driveway, past this tree. I was amazed time and time again at just how beautiful God paints the leaves in the fall as we transition from summer to winter.

As I passed by the tree, I had some words floating through my mind that were from a well loved book my mother read to me as a child called, We were tired of living in a house.
Those words essentially said,
And they packed their bags with leaves of orange and red and gold...
The book, written with a sing song poetic feel still brings back warm memories...

Soli deo gloria