In these parts the balm of Fall is largely past. The golds have fluttered down. Bare branches reach skyward in hope that winter will not be eternal. We’ve celebrated our harvests and endured Halloween. Bike riding is over, the ski season open on select hills… We have only more cold and more snow to await. But I am grateful for the balm that October has been.
Though September had closed with enough snow to put my flowers to rest before the elk could
and to give us a free ski day right out the back door… thanks be to God the snow didn’t last!
And Fall will be remembered instead for peaceful walks in newly discovered locales…
God’s mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.