The endless change of the seasons, Maple and Birch trees with bark silver bright and Maple with leaves of gold and red give me a feeling of reverence, and as I listen to the rain fall, I whisper to myself,  "All is right, it's as it's meant to be."
 

Visited my grandparent's home, the new orchard is beautiful. The walnuts have been harvested, and a new crop is growing. I don't visit often. They are both gone, and the new owners are doing well. The memories are what I come for every few years. This will be my last visit. I am reassured all continues and all is well.