Fall is the season I could live in forever.
Psalm 72:19 says: Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory.
God’s glory is never more apparent to me than when the leaves begin to change and a chill bites the air.
The moment October is ushered in, I’m overcome with nostalgia.
Saturday’s spent at OU football games, trips to the pumpkin patch, friends and family gathered around the table for Thanksgiving.
It’s a feeling – deep in my soul – felt the moment Oklahoma is kissed by the first chill of fall.
Felt as I drive down Lindsey Street – the copper, mustard, and crimson leaves swirling against a backdrop of blue sky.
Pumpkin spice candles filling my house with a heavenly aroma, windows wide open letting the chill in, Saturdays watching college football, and big bowls of chicken pot pie.
Slow. Simple. Blessings.
Traditions we started when he was just a little guy dressed up as Winnie the Pooh.
Nearly three autumns have past since that little Pooh discovered his first pumpkin.
I cling to those memories and continue to capture more.
The little boy chasing squirrels through the pumpkin patch.
Loading pumpkins in the wheelbarrow nearby.
I look forward to Thanksgiving in New England with our dear friends.
Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Maine.
My favorite boots, a cozy sweater, and my camera, and I’ll be ready to get lost in a New England autumn.
What are your favorite Fall traditions? What season is God’s glory most apparent to you?