Great gusts of wind have accompanied the colder temperatures and suddenly we can see the mountains! [smile]
I knew “the Parsonage” was perched on a ridge encircled by soft mountains, but we haven’t been able to see them until now. Directly behind our house is a little wooded area that has been a vibrant green until just a few weeks ago when it mellowed into the yellows and oranges of autumn. Now that most of the leaves have fallen the outlines of the mountains beyond our little valley/hamlet/cove/holler are visible through the spindly winterized trees.
With every change of the view through our living room window, I think to myself, “This is it! This is my favorite and the most beautiful!” And several weeks later another phase of the evolving tapestry appears and I can only sigh, “Wow!” [smile]
Living in Appalachia as fall turns into winter, I feel like I am discovering the changing of the seasons again for the first time. I think my senses are always heightened in the fall because so much change happens so quickly, but this year living in a new place I feel even more ready to detect the beauty of each little change and surprise that awaits. How wonderful it is to experience the beauty of this created world!