Taking time for the trees

02 November 2014

Thursday afternoon, driving home.  The canopy of fall trees. 
Sunday morning, tromping out to the living room.  Living in a colorful nature incubator.

Fall is like God's way of saying, "Just for you."  Because it is so beautiful.  But it's also like His way of saying, "Just like you."  Because something about autumn makes me feel like I belong with the nature.  Like the trees are being vulnerable, showing me that they also have seasons to change, and crumble, and fall.  So I can do the same with them.

Which is why I change with the blinds open.

Here's to sweatering up.

Upward and onward,


  1. I think that I shall never see
    A poem as lovely as a tree.

    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

    A tree that looks at God all day,
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

    A tree that may in Summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair;

    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
    Who intimately lives with rain.

    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only God can make a tree.

    1. I didn't write that, fyi; Sergeant Joyce Kilmer did.

  2. I also change with my blinds open. Nobody's complained yet, so...

  3. OH MY! This post!!! I love it. I've never heard fall described in such a perfect way. But YES. This is exactly it!!!