Season of mellow fruitfulness, as Keats wrote. Yellows and
oranges and russets and browns; apples enriched and sweetened in the final warm
rays of a departing sun. It’s time to gather in the final harvest before winter
begins to bite.
As she went out the door, Felicity turned back and handed me
the top of an acorn she had gathered. ‘It’s a tea cup,’ she explained.
Tiny details. Some of the delight of being with young
children is seeing again, seeing afresh, re-imagining the details of our world.
In a pandemic where the newsfeed is of further restrictions,
it’s helpful to focus in on nature and let God speak to us all through his eye
for detail. The isolation of socially distanced relationships does not apply to
our relationship with our heavenly Father. Whatever tomorrow holds, God is in
it with us.
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