I’m staring out at the world around me and the colors are spectacular. From a visual perspective, fall is absolutely my favorite time of year. Some might argue that all the pretty flowers in bloom make summer best, and others might point out that the return of green after winter is the most inspiring, but those people are wrong and ninnies. Fall is the stuff, baby.
The changing colors of deciduous trees are a harbinger of winter, the season nobody has any right to argue as being the prettiest. Don’t get me wrong, fresh snow is awful pretty, but pretty soon it gets all nasty and grey and lame, and any amount of beauty can’t make up for the fact that cold is lame. All the skiers and snowboarders are no doubt taking me to task in their heads about this. All I can tell them is that they are wrong. And ninnies. It very clearly says somewhere in Leviticus that winter was created by God as an excuse for fireplaces and electric heating, which bolsters the profits of his chosen people, the oil company executives.
In the past couple of weeks I have posted quite a bit about the ugly side of nature with regards to the things that crawl on it. However, it’s not just the parasitic wasps and rabid dogs that are in nature’s arsenal of awfulness. If one wants to find the workings of a benevolent and loving creator, one need look no further than the exciting world of plants.