How interesting that the very thing which once caused ripples when it fell now only adds to the beauty of the calm.
“In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that’s the way new leaves grow.” It’s been a beautiful couple of months in southern Indiana.
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” (William Cullen Bryant)
On a leaf-peeping drive a couple weeks ago, Emma and I discovered the Ox Fork Baptist Church building, dating back to 1823. The old white walls resting in a sea of natural color reminded us of a scene from Little House on the Prairie.
Somewhere along the expansive floor of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
