Fall in Maine off the beat and path
Winter, spring, summer, and fall are all God’s seasons. The 22nd was the first day of fall. When I was young I was a big fan of summer and spring and not at all fond of fall or winter. Why? I grew up in South Florida. We did not have fall or winter. I didn’t even own a jacket until I moved to Alabama. Moving to Alabama definitely broadened my horizons. I fell in love with fall. I think it has something to do with those leaves of red, orange, yellow, and burgundy that grace the trees during fall. Every year I fell as if I am noticing them for the very first time. I love to take rides and watch people set out pumpkins in their yards with hay bales, and watch them plant colorful mums. A few years ago I went to see a friend. As I entered her neighborhood I noticed many yards were decorated for fall. It was truly gorgeous….but I could not remember seeing this when I had been to her house before. I began to wonder if I had just missed this glorious season all this time….or was it that as I got older I found myself appreciating the small things in God’s world more. The Bible says, “This is the day that the Lord hath made, and I will rejoice in it.” Each day He has given me beauty to enjoy, especially on my daily trek from Wedowee to Wadley. I decided the first fall I drove down CR 15 that I was going to sit back and take in this amazing artwork He has created. You know it amazes me how He can create such awesomeness and themes. We see artists that try to capture the seasons on their canvases by painting what is around them, and they do a wonderful job. However, neither painting nor paint could ever replace the real thing splashed across the sky and spilled over the earth like the Master’s display of his finest artwork. God’s winter. When people say there is no God, I know they do not see with eyes like mine. They must see a plain, white canvas or a black back drop cloth and not the blue skies that fade into light pink in the evening. Nor do they see the flowers that no paint on any artist’s palate could attempt to match or the trees that were each given a certain color leaf to change into when autumn arrives. “No God,” they say. It is just that they do not know the Master of the seasons, the One who has created such magnificent displays of perfect art. Instead of always looking forward to the summer and springtime, I have decided to enjoy the Master’s autumn masterpiece for the rest of my life. What about you? What is your favorite season?
Cades Cove in Smokey Mountain National Park
Cheaha Mtn/Talladega. National Forrest
University of the South Cross on a fall night