"Autumn is a second spring, when every leaf is a flower."--Albert Camus, French author
In earlier posts, I've written of how I love autumn. I love the colors, the smells, the sounds.
Camus's words are a vivid reminder of this glorious time of year, when we put to bed gardens and lawns. I wonder, could we also put to bed old hurts and grudges? Bury them, as we cover roses bushes with mulch? It is something upon which to ponder.
So, for today, I am grateful for a reminder of the beauties of autumn.