Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Last autumn, we were intrigued by the expansion of fall colors from our Southern repertoire.
The locals told us it was a muted autumn though. We didn't have enough rain over the spring and summer.
This year we had more rain...but I didn't take too seriously their promise of more glory. As usual though, the locals were right.
This is the most spectacular fall I've ever seen! I unashamedly gawk at the trees as I walk along the streets, examining leaves and exclaiming wonder aloud. When every street looks like a crayon box, it's easy to get a little distracted by the beauty.
The more I see of this beautiful world, the more I notice that sometimes God is just down right showy in his display of splendor. I love it. The trees in Louisville are shouting praise.