Here is our pond this week:
This week was all about the signs of Autumn. I love Autumn more than any other month of the year. I love the warm colours associated with it; I love our wood burning stove lighting up our 200-year-old living room each night whilst Gary and I are snuggled up watching NCIS dvd; I love the food which lends itself well to the cooler nights; I love that we can burn apple and cinnamon candles around the house as the evening closes in. I just love everything about Autumn. So said, you can imagine my delight at the glimpses of my favourite season down at one of my most treasured places. Here is the start of Autumn in pictures at our pond:
So much wonder to behold and yet we didn’t forget to check in on our feathered friends:
Though life sometimes throws us challenges we are forced to face; ups followed by the inevitable downs; worries that maybe life might change one day more than we would like; somehow it is nature that seems to keep us grounded, its roots reaching far deeper than simply the earth around it, indeed touching the very epicentre of our souls.
For down at my pond, regardless of the difficulties I face, I am at peace. Metaphorically speaking, I am able reach out and touch the hand of God, drawing strength from the one who created everything I hold so close to my heart.