Yes, it’s true…autumn must be my favorite season, although I love each of them in their own way. I’ve always had this nostalgic,romantic sort of feeling about fall that I cannot explain. There is something about the crisp morning air with a hint of wood smoke and dried leaves that majically transports me back to my childhood….and suddenly I am standing at the old creaky screen door, lunchbox in hand, feeling the misty morning breeze against my cheeks as I wait for my ride to school. And then I recall one of my favorite fall events growing up–the Harvest of Harmony Parade. I grew up in Grand Island, Nebraska, a true railroad town in the heart of cornhusker country. Neither a small town, nor a big city, Grand Island had its own special blend of time-honored traditions. The Parade was one of those great old traditions that I will never forget. We lived only blocks from the center of downtown, within easy walking distance of the parade route. My family and I often joined thousands of other eager parade-goers lining the sidewalks downtown, huddled in old quilts and wool blankets, sipping hot cocoa or piping apple ciider from a nearby street vendor. I can see it all now–marching bands, Shriners on tiny motorcycles, horse-drawn carriages, local beauty queens, and rosy-cheeked younsters chasing candy tossed into the crowd. Yup, I loved it all! But even now, so many years since my last parade, I am still in love with the harvest season. And perhaps now, in the quietness and serenity of the country, I appreciate it all even more. Ripe red apples, crunching brown leaves, honking geese overhead…you just can’t beat the sights, sounds and scents of autumn! As I took my morning walk today, I was in awe of the amazing changes happening all around me. I was practically bursting with praise to our Great Creator by the time I arrived back at the house. He is so Good!