When I see the muted colours of autumn I imagine God’s paintbrush making the first rough brush strokes of next year’s glorious painting.
The promise of new creation is written in muted tones, browns and greys and somber greens. And if you look very closely there is wondrous beauty hidden here, in the last remnants of autumn.
Tiny white fringes like miniature ruffles on a pixie’s ball gown.
A dead flower head reveals hundreds of tiny white fringes like miniature ruffles on a pixie’s ball gown. In the centre, a few black seeds are left behind.
Awesome tiny seeds that are poised to scatter on the frozen ground in the next north wind, survive the deep cold and miraculously come to life as new green shoots in spring.
There is both beauty and hope in these dried husks, a season’s end and the promise of resurrection.
Seeker of Wisdom 