Last Saturday of September

The sky is clear and lit with the brilliance of the sun today, the warmth flooding down, penetrating heart and spirit.

As the day dries off the frost from this morning, I will mow the yard for perhaps the last time until next Spring. As I ride around in ever shrinking circles on my garden tractor, I will be shredding dried leaves as well, easier than raking, piling up or trying to control them.

So here is a taste of our late September, flowers outliving the frost, the smallest cat, feeling larger and more powerful as he creates a shadow in the afternoon sun.

It is lovely to be here, in the will of the Father, placed by His hand, surrounded by the beauty He designed for us to enjoy.

I breathe deep these days, relishing and rejoicing.