Sunday, November 27, 2016

Leaf Strewn Creek

The day after a night of rain and strong winds, I stood on a little stone bridge and looked down at the creek that runs under it. So many leaves had fallen that you could barely see the water. It was the autumn equivalent of lily pads covering a pond. A very dry summer has made this a tough year for the trees. Many have shed their leaves without the normal show of yellows and oranges. It's been a tough year for a lot of people as well. I stood on the bridge, thankful for the joyful colors of the trees and for the fact that whatever lies ahead, we will keep trying, keep going, keep doing our jobs, just like those trees.