To Everything There is a Season.

This week we were out for a drive and it was obvious. Fall is nearing an end. The groomed lawns of summer and the luminous color of fall were past. In it's place was the wild landscape that comes with late fall. It carries a beauty of it's own.

Field grasses have gone to seed.

An occasional flower defies the fact that summer is over.

 Leaves lay in piles on lawns...

...and in flower beds

Early morning frost outlines each blade of grass.

As a teen on my way to school in the early morning I loved the look of the sun coming up over the brown fields, leaves, grasses. Everything had a glow to it that was beautiful. It is true. To everything there is a season. (Ecclesiastes 3) And each season has it's own beauty.