Sunday morning we had the first hard frost of the season—followed by a warming sun to give us the classic leaf fall in which the leaves seem to leap from the branch and carpet everything below.  The first half hour after sunrise on a frosty morning would put Chicken Little into a virtual panic.  Our Cascade township was indeed the home of a massive leaf cascade.

I was out early enough to feel like it was just me and the Creator enjoying up close the striking beauty created by moist air freezing leaving its lattice work on all vegetation.  Like Job, I was made to understand again that it was not the hand of man who splashed the landscape with such beauty and I could only remain speechless at the wonder:

Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no man is, on the desert in which there is no man, to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground sprout with grass?  “Has the rain a father, or who has begotten the drops of dew?  From whose womb did the ice come forth, and who has given birth to the frost of heaven? (Job 38:25-29 ESV).

See you outdoors!

Dean

Blackberry

Crabapple

Burdock

Maple leaves

Thistle

Apple sapling