Sorry, Texas. I will have to admit that I have fallen in love with Tennessee in the fall. The only word that comes close is gorgeous.
I think fall is past its prime here (there were "flurries" south of here over the weekend.) That does not negate the beauty. There are still enough orange, red and yellow trees lurking among those who have lost their leaves.
The Bradford pear trees get the award for being the most creative in changing colors. Some change from the inside out; some from the outside in; some one branch at a time, etc. I heard someone say on the radio this week that fall was "God's art project." There is one tree on Concord Road on which God took a huge paintbrush, dipped it in burnt sienna and painted only one side of the tree, leaving the other side green. Wow! You, the great Creator, make me, your creation, want to be more creative.
A prayer from the St. Hilda Community:
God whose body is all creation,
may we come to know you in all the earth
and feel you in our blood;
so will no part of us, or the world,
be lost to your transforming grace.
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