Gratitude - Fiery Colors

 Before the north wind blows in with it's frigid breath around the first of November we're given a show beyond anything else all year (except maybe May).  I'm grateful for the beautiful explosion of golds and reds before the colors turn to rusts and blacks. 

 A windblown apple on the south forty............

.....sun shining through the golden leaves by the creek.                 Blessings, Diane

Golden Moments of Time

As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time.

Leonard and I never knew each other as youth. We both had different lives, different loves. I love to imagine that we had fallen in love with each other when we were teenagers. I keep this little double frame with each of us at that point in our lives.

But then that takes me back to the above quote and remind myself that every moment in time is valuable and even the years we didn't know each other were golden much of the time. Diane

(I have to tell you the first two pictures aren't nicely arranged - I had everything piled on my dresser to get some cleaning done and I just liked the colors. I can arrange things a little better)