November 12

We've had a super dry fall season to date. It's a little depressing, to be honest: in a normal autumn, the sun-scorched hills would be well on their way to attaining a lovely wintry greenness, but that's just not the case. That's part of why I love the persistent roses in my backyard:

It's November, so this guy and his little friends should be hibernating until spring. But they're not! I've been watching this one for several days now and taking mental note of its pretty colors. It lights up my back yard with a vibrancy that only something crafted by God's hand alone can create.

And that's a beautiful thing.