E LOVE LIVING in Los Angeles, but there’s one thing I miss tremendously about the Midwest. I’m speaking of the Autumn leaves, which in northern regions of the United States turn unbelievable colors. Seeing the beautiful colors, I would always recall the SANCTUS: Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
![729 A](https://i0.wp.com/archive.ccwatershed.org/media/photologue/photos/cache/729-A_preview.png?ssl=1)
![729 B](https://i0.wp.com/archive.ccwatershed.org/media/photologue/photos/cache/729-B_preview.png?ssl=1)
![729 C](https://i0.wp.com/archive.ccwatershed.org/media/photologue/photos/cache/729-C_preview.png?ssl=1)
![718 red leaves](https://i0.wp.com/archive.ccwatershed.org/media/photologue/photos/cache/718-red-leaves_preview.png?ssl=1)
![717 red leaves](https://i0.wp.com/archive.ccwatershed.org/media/photologue/photos/cache/717-red-leaves_preview.png?ssl=1)
Fulton Sheen once said: “I pity the atheist—he has no one to thank.”