I was running up The Hill two days ago. The Hill, if I have not mentioned it before, is a rather magnanimous mountain which I
run chug up every so often. It is, in every sense of the word, the Hill. There is none other like it on the planet, I am certain. I compare running up The Hill to eating your least favorite vegetable--you see it before you and you know you must conquer it for your better health, it is of course very terrible during the conquering of it, yet once at the end you look back and say, "That was a thing well done."
Eggplant would be the vegetable to compare it to for me. But I'm going completely off the point.
I was running up The Hill, and as I reached the top (quite out of breath and also a little sweaty), I saw something lovely. It was a tree--a little spindly thing reaching up into the sky with only a few leaves still upon its bare limbs--, but such leaves! They were golden yellow, and in the shape of hearts. I loved it. I wanted it for my room. But that was not possible, so instead I came back the next day with my camera and tried to capture it just as it looked.
If we want to be scientific, I believe it was Cercidiphyllum Tree. But I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about how lovely it was of God to make a tree like the Heart Tree. It reminded me of how much He shows us His love through the things He has made in the world--just for us.
And it made me smile.
ps- remember that wedding I shot? yeah, the one I'm behind on showing you? NEXT post, folks. next post, pinky promise. ;)