Late Saturday night as we were driving home, we saw a couple of teenage boys on the street in this photo gleefully filling up garbage cans with leaves and making a monster pile. It made me laugh and I wanted to go back to see what they had in store for their yellow mountain. It has been gorgeous in Portland lately. This weekend I got all sentimental about God, thinking about how He made so much beauty for us to find joy in. Fall is essentially the season where everything is dying, and it could be this ugly time of everything turning grey and blowing away like ashes and dust. Instead, it's colorful and windy and cool and fun.
Even I, someone who thrives in rainy weather, was pretty overcome by the blue sky behind orange trees today. It's impossible not to have a skip in your step in weather like this. While out running errands, this is what I heard when the radio came on, "If this is paradise, I wish I had a lawnmower." Turns out it is The Talking Heads Day on my favorite radio station, and I wondered how I made it through my entire life having never heard this song. My hippy-dippy Monday challenge: listen to this song (as loudly as you can stand it, preferably) and stay in a pissy funk. For me, it's impossible: