The Colors of the Spirit

"Nature always wears the colors of the spirit." 
                                                              ~ R.W. Emerson

crabby little apples

Every season has its own beauty; and Autumn always awakens a little bit of romanticism in me. The vibrant colors in the last of the flowers, the beautiful leaves, harvest of garden vegetables... I feel like love takes a new form is the golden afternoon sunshine and the cool night air. The moon is brighter - sometimes golden and pink. 

There are a couple of crab apple trees outside of my home that the squirrels and I love. In the winter, the twisted and spindly branches are lined with snow and creek in the wind. In the spring these trees are full of fluffy, fragrant, fragile blossoms. They buzz with energy from the bees who find their life-source in the nectar. In the summer the tress provide lovely shade for those who pass under the branches. But these trees are my favorite in the fall. 

In the fall they are loaded with thousands of bright red crab apples. They drop their fruit all over the place, making a huge mess where people walk and squish the apples beneath their shoes. The smell of crab apples warming in the sun makes me think of cider, sunset, and contentment. And the food they provide for the neighborhood birds and squirrels is what reminds me that my God keeps His promises. Give us this day our daily bread. He always provides for the animals and He surely provides for me!