This is the view out my kitchen window.
Now do you see why I like to wash dishes?
The funny thing is, our black walnut tree has never turned like this before. In four falls, I don't remember it ever being vivid. But this fall, I putter into the kitchen for morning coffee and glance out the window, and it takes my breath away.
I heard people say fall wouldn't be good for color this year. The cloak of drought and heat had wrapped too tight and too long, they said. And now, this. A sky filled with fiery yellow and a ground laid fresh with bright carpet. I love that God can do whatever He pleases.
He is our God, and He will remind us forever, over and over. Nearly ten thousand days worth I have had now, He chasing me with His wild love. On this day, He woos again. In the tree that never is yellow and suddenly is.