Fall used to be my favorite season. I was raised in the middle of 17 acres of woods and my grandparents owned about 30 acres right across the road from us. I loved bundling up and walking through the woods hearing the leaves crunching beneath my feet. When I was in high school, I also hosted a camp-out each November where we pitched tents, played capture the flag and served up weenies and eggs for supper and breakfast for about 18-20 of my closest friends.
I don't know if my blood is thinner or it's just that I don't have the woods right at my doorstep any longer, but the cold weather is no longer something I look forward to. Regardless of that fact, I can't help but see the beauty of God's paintbrush all around me in the fall and be thankful, cold weather and all!
