Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy;
"Glory in the highest, glory;
Glory be to God most high!
A branch of an apple tree has already turned in July, all peachy orange. The topmost leaves of a maple sapling are brilliant scarlet as they fledge.…
The forget-me-nots in my garden are gone, only the seed pods showing where the halo of blue had spread. But down the hill -- down, down, down -- to…
The valleys and hills are all green, many pale and almost yellow, some dark (mostly evergreens) and here and there one as brightly red as in autumn.…