Falling Leaves

     Jacob picked three dead leaves from a low-hanging branch. He glances at Margo and quietly said, "I guess so." I've got to remember, the old Jacob is gone, the past is over, dead, like these leaves. He let the leaves flutter to the ground. (excerpt from p. 255 of Three Dead Leaves)

  The deep and brilliant colors of autumn leaves are beautiful. God sure is good at coming up with an amazing array of colors for us to enjoy. And like Jacob, we can think of the dying leaves as an end to the yucky things in our lives that hold us back and new life comes in the spring. 

   September 29 I attended the Florence, OR, Publishers and Authors Book Festival. Thanks to everyone who stopped at my table and to those who purchased a book. I hope you enjoy it.