I love sweatshirts, hot chocolate, and fires in the fireplace. I love pumpkin pie, ghostly decorations, fresh apple cider and soup with cornbread muffins. I love going for drives at this time of year and finding groves of trees that have mantled themselves in the colors of flames. This week Wayne and I took a drive around Utah Lake and through the small towns that we found at the end and we went to see the colors of the Nebo Loop. We were almost too late this year. What happened? It was 90 last week and 34 this week. The leaves changed so rapidly that it was hard finding a time to go see them. Each season, as I see the beauty of my surroundings, I am reminded once again how much God loves us and how he gives us variety in our lives to make our souls sing. I was singing this weekend.

There was a picnic table in the middle of this grove of trees, most of which had lost their leaves. How fun is it to walk on this carpet and hear the leaves crunch beneath your feet? It was almost a surreal feeling to be in the middle of it all. I wished for a rake so I could fashion the footings of a home with many rooms like I did when I was a little girl. Did you do this? I spent hours under my parents large cottonwood trees forming the edges of my home. You need to enlarge these photos for full effect.

Wayne in front of the lake


Utah has several types of maple trees so we get the colors of red, pink, yellow and everything in between. The scrub oaks and quaking aspen also reflect their beauty.



We didn't get our trip to Sundance to ride the ski lift this year. Can we still do this before the colors are gone? If not, here is a review of last year. The O's Have It: Sundance