These days, there’s almost nothing in nature that doesn’t carry itself royally. It’s almost as if there are crowns of glory on every tree and bush and scurrying squirrel. That may sound strange, since this is the time of the year when nature appears to be fading and saying farewell until springtime, but, still, I do see a peculiar kind of majesty when I stand outside. Even with just a few glittering leaves left, many trees glow now like the crowns of queens and kings, and even old shrunken shrubs and flowers present themselves with a kind of elderly stateliness. The squirrels in our yard seem as self-important as small emperors as they survey the land they now essentially own, and the birds at the feeder are almost statuesque as they take their meals in small, stately groups. And the sky! Somehow there’s always solemnity above us these days, particularly in those slim, resplendent clouds of autumn. It’s as though the sky is being especially silent and magnificent to honor this august and solemn season.
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