Last year around this time I posted a beautiful picture of our autumn colors on the Palouse. This year we have been zapped with hard-hitting low temps before all the trees have had a chance to hit their zenith of color with all their crazy shades of leafy yellow, orange, and red. And it’s the weirdest thing: the leaves are a frozen eerie green-gray, and they are falling off in mass. We are about to enter winter without autumn. (Sounds like Narnia’s plight of always winter and never Christmas.) Even those things which seem to be fixed for all time (like the seasons) are under God’s sovereign command. He does as He pleases and He rules over all. And if it suits Him to skip autumn or spring, then that is exactly what happens. And when I think of it that way, I can smile at the cold.