Growing up in Texas, it meant one thing FOOTBALL! We didn’t have beautifully colored leaves or mountain drives, except in far West Texas. In some countries, Halloween is known as the Day of the Dead. In the Christian Church, it is known as All Saints Day. It’s a time to honor our fore bearers, but somehow it evolved into spooks, ghosts, and goblins.

Today it means the annual trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway. I’ve even been as far north in the Alleghenies as West Virginia. I never was a hiker so I haven’t tried the lengthy trails systems. The mountains aren’t as high as out West, but in the East we have more colors. I only made it to New England one year, and the colors were off so it was a disappointment.

I’ve read too many commentaries about fall as part of the cycle of the earth of death and revival. I prefer to think of it as a time of rest while preparing for renewal.

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