Squirrels and chipmunks dashed through the fallen leaves as I pushed open the woods gate to get to my basket. I had a handful of just cut hydrangeas to replace the goldenrod plumes we’d been enjoying for weeks. After snapping a few pictures, I put my camera down on a stump and walked our trails, my hot pink crocs kicking up colorful leaves with each step — what fun! Amazing, the magic of the morning woodlands. Praise, praise, and more praise comes easy out there.
I praise you, Lord, for the magic of the morning woodlands.
