I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God,
than in church thinking about the mountains.
~ John Muir
The mornings are now dark. I watch the sunrise over the Potomac River. The evenings are getting darker as the days grow shorter. My commute will soon include sunsets, and later it will include darkness from start to finish. This is the cycle of the academic year.
Yesterday I saw the pumpkins. These are no ordinary pumpkins but the annual pumpkin patch at the church on the hill near Brooke Station just south of Quantico. I have often written about the scenery from my commute including wildlife to sunrises and sunsets; yet, annually I look forward to nothing more than the hundreds of bright orange pumpkins lying in the green grass of the white church. There is something so quaint and inviting about the entire view.
From the website of Andrew Chapel United Methodist:
“Andrew Chapel has long been the little lighthouse on the hill. Every passenger riding a train along the east coast sees the beautiful steeple, shining through the night…”
I see this chapel often but in fall, especially when they have hundreds of pumpkins gracing their lawn, I make a point to focus. Sometimes I offer up a small prayer of gratitude for such beauty. Yesterday, I snapped some pictures.
In 2007, I even wrote a Haiku upon viewing the church.
Sunbeams wrap around the churchA heavenly sight.This morning's inspiration.