Once again the days grow shorter with a nip of frost in the air.
In a silent subtle fashion comes our delicately painted fall display.
The creek banks are defined by the burnt orange cypress spires.
One can know the place of a creek long before you reach it
as you drive the country roads by their signal.
Along the way, wild grape vines have transformed into golden necklaces hanging over the road. Fruit long gone but still a feast for our eyes.
Sweet gum and poplar stand like tall sentinels, with shades of red to purple and bright yellow. Maples are out shown by a newcomer,
the popcorn tree, that blazes with the frequency by the roadside.
Wildlife has already feasted on the beautiful red magnolia seed that mimic painted fingernails. Some hung by long silken threads
from the cone being eaten on the wing by hungry cardinals.
Long after the bright dogwood leaves have faded and fallen, Clusters of plump red seeds decorate the bare gray branches like tiny bright lights on a Christmas tree. All the while, the crisp green holly is preparing to deck our halls for Christmas, then hold itís red fruit till cold, cold January or February. Then one hungry flock of migrating birds will, as if by magic, clean all that fruit off the tree before leaving the area.
Oh, what an exciting, exhilarating sight and sound it is. That much of the fall and winter beauty feeds wildlife is according to Godís plan.
All that, He provides is appropriate for itís time and place.
"These all look to You (Lord) to give them their food at the proper time. What You give them they gather in.
When You open Your hand they are filled with good."
Psalm 104: 27-28 NKJV
That we enjoy the loveliness of it all is just lagniappe.