November 7

I was a little early to pick-up at preschool this morning. After I'd parked, I spent a few minutes gazing at the lovely trees across the parking lot, so I got out to snap a quick pic before I headed inside.

I know I've waxed quasi-poetic about the virtues of the changing seasons before, but I'll say it again: new seasons bring new chances for new blessings; a sort of shedding of the old and less productive (like the trees shed their leaves) in preparation for better things to come.

So for those pretty colored leaves and what they represent, I'm thankful.