We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Green's forever, where I live, the grass, the leaves around. Brown's the trunk to firmness give, it from the dirt abounds. But where's the red, orange, yellow? When does fall come here? A few days 'fore each Christmas know the trees with colors clear. Sasanquas have their red blooms, now. Lantanas colorful blooms, orange, red, and yellow show in the yard's quaint outside rooms. Not much changes where we live. The flowers bring the paint. The sunsets quite a show they give. Fall colors make us wait. by Jay O’Toole on October 25th, 2024 ![]() |