Fall Roses

Promises comes in on a cool wind—autumn arrives just into time. c e hollis

Her first cool days are so welcome. A drop of few degrees in temperatures from the nineties to the eighties feels like spring on the first warm day!

A breeze from the north rustles the already spent leaves; those hanging on it all too beaten to holdout much longer. They begin to change color–– giving up their green for golds, reds and oranges.

Teens sport hooded sweatshirts and sunglasses already. Parks come alive with running children. Gardeners are busy weeding fall crops and planting scare crows.

While the scene changes I love the roses of fall.

Why are you worried about clothing?

Consider the flowers of the field how they grow; they do not toil neither do they spin,

Yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory was

clothed like one of these.

Matthew 6:28-29