Does it take a while for autumn to show up where you live? It does here. In the Ozarks…it’s just about this time of the year and autumn really starts showing her stuff.
As I sit here and type I can see out our patio doors. I see burnt orange, gold and a green ceder tucked in between. It’s beautiful. The kids and I were talking about the handiwork of God yesterday on the way home. What an Artist!
When the trees start to turn here, I long for Thanksgiving. I think that I’ve mentioned that it’s my favorite holiday. I just read recently that people that tell what they are thankful for before they eat…enjoy their meal much more. It made me glad that we have that tradition with our little ones.
Thanksgiving will always make me think of holidays on my grandparent’s little farm or a huge ham cooked by my Maw Maw. It also makes me think of times spent at my husband’s Granny’s house. She would gather all of us around the food and ask us to sing the song “I Am Blessed.” We didn’t realize just how important that really was at the time. Now that I’m older…and a tad wiser…I do.
I love the holidays of past years and all of the memories. I visit them quite often. Even more than that though…I love the traditions and memories that we are building with our own family. Granny Ruby…you were right. We surely are blessed.
Loving God’s autumn,