Looking at the beauty surrounding us, I sometimes feel like the astronauts who looked back at the beautiful blue ball of Earth and wondered how something so lovely could contain so much suffering and hatred.
It's a wonderful view at all times, but the other morning when the sun broke through and set the yellow leaves 0f the river birch a-sparkle, it about took my breath away.
And I remembered the golden leaves of Tolkien's Mallorn trees in the magical place called Lothlorien.
Jenny likes the view too.
