The two huge silver maple trees in our backyard must be over a hundred years old. Each fall, the leaves hang tightly to the branches for dear life. They usually don’t drop until after the first snow. This year has been an unusually long autumn, so this week many have succumbed to age and let go.
My first inclination is to get those leaves bagged up and carried off. Maybe it’s because of my aching back and aging body, that this year I’m resisting that temptation. Maybe I’m learning to enjoy the beauty of God’s intricate and complex creation. The leaves on the ground resemble a lush blanket of gold. Like those dying leaves, I resist the thought of growing old and hang on tightly to life.
Leaves eventually decompose and become nourishment for the soil. They’ll create shelter for the little critters who need it during the long, cold winter months. They’ll make a cozy…
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