Palm trees don’t lose their fronds or change colors. They stand tall and green year ’round marking the tropical landscape of South Florida. For fall colors down here I search out the pumpkins and flowers from the market.
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11 NLT
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