It’s snowing, lightly, this morning. Fall has been mild, long, splendid in colour that has soften to taupes and beige and brown. The expanse of fields preparing for sleep were glorious in their remembered harvests. I thoroughly enjoyed the trip north yesterday. Fall is leaving, and so have all the leaves.
Ezekiel 47:12 On the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.