Yesterday I sat in my warm, cozy library and admired our new fig tree. I wondered if it might be an evergreen variety because it was so green and full of life. Not a leaf had turned yellow nor orange (not even brown) in our autumn air.
But . . .
Last night we experienced our first serious frost!
As we speak, as I write, the leaves are falling off right before my eyes! Those large healthy green leaves now lay wilted in a pile on the cold ground.
I see four,
shriveled leaves trying to hang on for my sake.
Is there a spiritual lesson here? I'll let you tell me.