Crowning the Year
11Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
12They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
It is as if He pulls out all the stops in His artistry. Bounteous crops of all sizes, shapes and colours are displayed. Corn cobs, pumpkins and squash adorn front porches.
Northwoods flash red maple and golden birch on a back-drop of coniferous green. Treasure the sight. In a single wet day all of the colour may escape to forest floor.
Country lanes over-arch with orange and yellow, and low angle rays filter to the gravel beneath.
Squirrels hurriedly gather their inventory. Calls of jays register with greater resonance.
Stooks and bales take toll of the reapers' vigour, teamwork and discipline.
Black clods of disked earth prophesy the silent, white blankets to come.
Happy children rake and pile and kick their rustling collection to hearts' content.
Fireplace smoke brings a delicious smell to an evening's neighbourhood walk.
He has done it all again on this beautiful canvas of autumn. At day's end a large harvest moon shines like an embossed golden seal on the whole project of God.