The View from Scuttle Bay

The mellow of fall is upon us…

Nature’s first green is giving way to gold, her hardest hue to hold*…

Scuttle Bay

So we savor a quiet Sunday afternoon on a rocky shore

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among busy crabs and  sea roaches scurrying to keep ahead of the rising tide

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They have little notion of the glorious world they inhabit…

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And we see but the faintest rumors of what will yet be…

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–LS

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Rom.8:18

 

 

*Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

Don’t Drink and Fly…

The Ash tree was aflutter with bird song and feasting earlier this week.

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It’s silent now, the berries consumed.

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I stepped out to find this lifeless form on the table at the sliding glass door–

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–stark reminder of the perils of partying in excess.

They tell me birds regularly gorge on these berries to intoxicating degrees.  And crashes often result.  Poor robin… I was so glad to see him and his kin in the spring.

Now it is fall.IMG_20140928_152427401Sigh.

–LS

“But watch yourselves lest your hearts be weighed down with dissipation and drunkenness and cares of this life, and that day come upon you suddenly like a trap. … But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.” Luke 21:34,36

In brighter news, last tomatoes are brought in, reminding me that not only spring is green.  Fall  too has its greens ( : as does the Fall of life’s seasons:

“They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green.” Ps.92:14

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