Its a little early in the morning for me to be posting something but I just couldn't help wanting to share one of my favorite poems.
Glory be to God for dappled things-- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.
-Gerard Manely Hopkins
I love thanking God for the simple things, because when you really consider it, they aren't simple at all. Everything he has done is wonderful and amazing and in a season of change it becomes easier to see that his beauty is everywhere.