I found today in the garden a beauty that is spring. The petunias are at their pinkest and the roses are most delicate. Mums mingled with the rose brings meaning to the word community. The African Daisy and the little oak sprouts are so vibrant. You'd never know it was fall, but for the changing of the trees. And the moon last night certainly gave no hint of the season to come. Hanging on to the beauty of the moment for as long as I can.
The other day I took a walk and try as I might I could not find a single, whole acorn. Now I'm sure there must have been some out there but I couldn't find one. I know the squirrels gather them but the ones I found were caps and nuts so who will gather them. Perhaps they just broke apart when they fell from the tree.
This morning though after church, Ron found this little fella. I think he is handsome. He carries himself with dignity and grace. He doesn't seem to flaunt his color. He doesn't seem to know how happy he has made some one.