I have started running a bit earlier, and Monday morning was so beautiful. There was a fog lying low over the fields, and the sun came up molten red-gold. This morning I wanted to try to get pictures, but alas, no fog. There were other pretty things to see, however.
Lillies heavy with dew.
Morning glories. I know these are kind of considered a weed and a nuisance, but I am fond of them. In junior high, our beloved band director nicknamed us according to...I don't know, some kind of word association that occured to him. I was Morning Glory Hallelujah, Glory for short. And that is what I was called for three years. I think he would call me that today.
I think these are nasturtiums? I'm not sure, but I like this picture with the fiery flowers and the hazy white house in the background.
It's September, one of my favorite months. I love the change of summer into fall. Everything begins to look burnished and ripe. Mornings get a bit cooler and I think of camping. Geese will begin flying like arrows. I don't think it's hard to understand that God loves us when we see what He created for us. So many good things - the promise of salvation, the relationships with our family and friends, and golden, late-summer fields, covered over with orange and pink flowers.
For the beauty of the earth
For the Glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
'Lord of all, to Thee we raise
this our grateful hymn of praise
-Folliott S. Pierpoint, 1864