I love to see the leaves change color in autumn, don’t you?
Except that it’s a myth. Leaves don’t change color.
My wife and I often walk in the woods. We’re blessed to live near Mount Airy Forest in Cincinnati, the oldest “urban forest” in the U.S., and what we’ve learned (as transplants from Southern California) is that those shimmery yellows, oranger-than-a-pumpkin oranges, and sunset reds are actually the leaves’ true colors.
And, oh, how beautiful they make the world!
All that green? It’s just a cheery chlorophyll veneer. But when the cold “snaps,” the chlorophyll rushes down to hide amongst the roots, and the leaves’ true colors become visible. It’s then that we see how beautiful—and unique—each leaf truly is. Though, sadly, some are burnt by the sun, or turn bitter-brittle when the chlorophyll abandons them.
I pray that as we reach the apex, the autumn of our lives, each of us will reveal our true colors, so deeply and so fully, that others will breathlessly exclaim,