It is fall once again.
The heavy summer heat is replaced with a cool night air. The rhythmic call of crickets makes way for the dry crackle of blowing leaves. The brown grass is renewed to a deep emerald hue by mild temperatures and foggy mornings. Petunias become thin and spent just as the chrysanthemums blossom full once again.
The air is filled with the fragrance of green apples, marshmallows, straw bales on farm wagons, burning leaves, and scratchy wool blankets.
The farmers working hard to gather their crops in the waning daylight are silhouette against the brilliant setting sun in a darkening western sky.
It is fall once again, and I thank You Lord for this season of color, bounty, beauty, and light.