The trees in the park were irresistible! "Do you want to take a walk?" I asked my husband. We had been out for a lunch break and I didn't feel like going home yet, especially since we ate in the car feasting on Sonic's 50 cent corn-dog special. (They were good!) Howard agreed, and soon we were standing in the midst of autumn's glory.
The magnificent tree that towered over the brick walkway at the entrance to Cann Gardens transported me to some golden cloud of glistening, yellow leaves resting against a backdrop of polished amber that was the shiny, leathery surface of the darker leaves. Today had turned off clear and cool, contrasting with the soft, grey humidity of the past couple of days and the heavy rain of last evening that continued through the night.
An invigorating wind sent multi-colored swirls of dancing leaves around and before us. A benevolent sun welcomed us as we emerged from areas of deep shade, chilly in the shadows of trees as yet unwilling to surrender their bounty to the earth's obliging lap. The maples were an inferno, blazing red at the tops, fed by the flames of orange and yellow leaves below. Every shade of red was evident on leaves and berries of plants like sumac, burning bush, Indian Hawthorne and other unknown bushes.
Yesterday we had driven through older neighborhoods where the best tree viewing was to be had. Gigantic generals of cottonwood proudly held sway in their saffron cloaks worn over uniforms of whitened bark. Japanese maples stood imperialistically aloof in their royal robes of magenta in front of the dignified quarters of their owners. Even the more humble neighborhoods were graced with a glow of color.
"It looks like a giant paint set has been spilled over the entire landscape!" I exclaimed. Then I concluded, "God is surely the Master Painter!" We remarked how we had enjoyed Cann Gardens in every season: the new beauty of spring, the lush beauty of summer, the grandeur of fall, and the stark loveliness of winter. He is a God of all seasons!
No comments:
Post a Comment