Gracious plenty
We’ve been processing this change of season over here in a hands-on kind of way. (Per usual? Is there another way?)
Our parsonage is in a super rich neighborhood. Sometimes, I’ll confess, I get a little covet-y of the on-trend seasonal welcome mats/flags/what-have-yous and absolute cornucopias of fall squashes and pumpkins on display like they ain’t got a worry in the world.
But then we walk in stride with the 18-month-old and the pretties just start to jump out at us.
How marvelous the acorn cap. How becoming that snatch of bark. How immaculate the ridge on an auburn leaf.
And suddenly I ain’t got a care either.
Gracious, y’all. Gracious plenty. (Hands on is where it’s at.)