Fall is in the air. We've been waking up to those no humidity, brisk, need a sweater in the early morning kind of days. They make my spine tingle with anticipation, and I am happy to report there have been a veritable bevy of them. It's enough to almost make me fall in love with autumn. I am typically a Spring kind of girl. Daffodils, tulips, bleeding hearts, flowering dogwood and the like. Spring makes me smile and lifts my soul. When winter ends, the coming of spring feels like Lazarus shedding his grave clothes to come to the dance of life.
However, I must confess, the hills of Tennessee in all their glory could almost make a convert out of me. My heart is strangely warmed by those tall sentinels turning from verdant green into copper and liquid golds, burnished amber and glorious reds. It leaves me speechless at the awe, majesty and wonder of our God. He's a Master at His craft. And we are all the better for it.
Here's one of Cades Cove
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