Our home is surrounded by woods, in our backyard and across the street. It is amazing and peaceful.
Each morning as I take the dog to the back yard to let him roam and do his business, I look at the woods behind the house. I repeat a verse of my favorite poem by Robert Frost, “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” . Each morning the stanza, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But, I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.” This echoes in my thoughts and has become a sort of prayer for me. I look at the woods, hear this verse and then ask the Lord that I make the most of my day and keep the promises I have made to others, knowing that there are many hours before I go to sleep.
This morning as I stood looking at the woods, I could hear our stream flowing, and the wind rustling through the trees. I realized that I could see a pathway through the woods today, which has always been there, but, is hidden well during the summer months.
I came inside thinking about this. God is an amazing artist. Each season He paints masterpieces for us to enjoy daily. During the summer, He uses a palate of greens and blues. The woods are deep green, hiding the browns and grays of the bark of the trees. The green overtakes everything and somehow all I focus on is the brilliant shades of green surrounding me. The summer months remind me of a sauna. Not one of my favorite things. They are hot and stifling. Being outside in the summer is hard for me. I work outside and enjoy what I am doing, but, I do have to concentrate hard and in doing so, I miss much of the surrounding beauty there. In summer the colors have feeling to them. Each breath you take in the summer, to me, is inhaling the blue of the sky, the green of the grasses and the trees. Summer invades me top to bottom.
Fall is breaking through now. This morning reminded me of the fragile line that divides seasons. You have to look for it, or you miss its gentle passing. One day is hot and humid, the next is warm and breezy. It’s that hint that comes gently into the air. That hint that changes the palate from dark greens to greens that are slowly fading. The greens of the trees are fading into yellow and rust, while leaves dance like confetti. The sun teases the eye and you see things highlighted that you hadn’t seen for a while. A path to the stream at the foot of the hill. A bird house that usually blends into the trees, illuminated by an autumn sun. A deer path across the street that invites your eye to follow as far as you can.
My imagination stirs in fall. I see God’s handiwork and I get excited. He is the original artist. He created colors. He created depth. He created sound. He created. Today, as I took my dog out for his morning break, I walked into God’s gallery. I felt the warmth of the sun, heard the whisper of the trees, saw the dance of the leaves and saw paths waiting to be walked.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But, I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep. Happy Fall. Enjoy the masterpieces surrounding you today. Cathi (DAF)
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Thank you so much Helen Kay! Love you. Hope you are feeling well.
Love Robert Frost and that quote :]