About two years ago my in-laws in the Pacific Northwest took a walk around their neighborhood collecting fallen leaves from trees in the most beautiful array of colors. They carefully placed them in a package and shipped them off to our little apartment in southern California.
This was one of the most delightful surprise packages that I can recall receiving. My boys squealed with glee. Right there in our hands were autumn colors that we had only seen in pictures and read about in books. Autumn in southern California is mostly brown and unexciting.
Autumn has always been my favorite season; the smells, the crisp cool air, and flannel sheets. This is our first autumn in the Pacific Northwest. It's hard to believe that two more months will make our first year here complete. Time passes so quickly.
In the mornings when I hear the lowing of cows in the field, the gentile crowing of a rooster in the distance, or a chorous of frogs, I lay still in bed and think about how thankful I am to be in this wonderful place. We are so very blessed to be here.