The Scent of Fall, Words of the Heart by A Texas Artist Laurie Pace.

The 'Scent' of Fall

This week we have found our toes cold as we climbed out of bed.

Forty eight degrees.
Forty six degrees.

The cold smells good. But with it in the air lingers a stale smell of smoke from the east Texas fires.

This is seventy degrees cooler than 30 days ago.

The leaves on our trees are brown and dead.
There was no color or hint of fall with the drop in temperatures.  On our big tree in the backyard, one Terry has watered all summer, clumps of leaves, still green, are falling off the tree.  Despite our deep watering, it was not deep enough or often enough as this tree is in stress.

The body suffers from the heat in different ways both physically and mentally.

With your world around you dying and your hands are tied to stop the damage you begin to feel hopeless.  The heat has pulled all the serotonin from our bodies.

A friend from high school, Dave H. wrote about the huge drought in Texas in the fifties. It drove his farming family from the land to the city to survive.  Drought changes lives. God at work.

I looked around to find my fall color in different places.  The grocery store was an easy find. Whole Foods always has abundance. This fruit was in the coffee shop.

These red beauties are on our deck out back. Terry has kept color in all our small pots because he knows.   He knows me well enough to know as an artist I respond in positive ways to color.

So as these cooler temperatures hit for a short time this week, we are back to high eighties and low sixties next week and a slight chance of rain.  It has only rained once since April.  I wait in hope, knowing God's hand is in it all.

Laurie

“Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD, the LORD himself, is the Rock eternal.” Isaiah 26:4 NIV