This year, I see, really see, that liriope blooms have filled the bed under the live oak;
the lantana by the curb is covered in gold;
and the live oak itself is dropping acorns.
The back garden still looks like summer, with roses, Turk's cap, okra, and cantaloupe not yet ready to close up shop.
Wherever Providence has you today, kind readers, may the Lord open your eyes to the beauty in your world and fill your heart with gratitude to Him who made it.