So I pulled out the fall leaf garlands and wound them around my stairway banister.
I lovingly placed a large basket with orange, gold, and red leaves and flowers, mini pumpkins, and pine cones on my coffee table.
Both were acts of faith, trusting that the temps were indeed going down and fall was just around the corner. Faith in the weatherman? No. Faith in the God of the universe, who orders the seasons and majestically turns the leaves to brilliant fiery hues. That's faith well placed.