Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Every year when harvest is finished, the last acre cut, last bushel deposited in the truck to head to town, my heart wells thankfulness and at some point my tongue gives voice to a favorite old hymn of mine. “The God of harvest praise, In loud thanksgiving raise, Hand, Heart and Voice………” Harvest is…
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” ~ Dr. Seuss Ah, yes, Dr. Seuss, I so…
Fall and Fields Sunshine and Stalks Combine and Cutting Milo and Machines Trucks and Trailers Acres and Augers Loads and Leaves Rows and Row Head ……………………………………………….. Beauty from our 2017 milo harvest. Capturing a few farm frames is a long time favorite of mine. Every year, grateful. Grateful for harvest gathered in one time more….
1. the rustling, rustling of the swaying golden wheat 2. the combine lumbering across the field, turning into the next swath, header lowered and ready to gobble up the grain 3. tractor and grain cart circling back and forth between combines and trucks 4. hot, hot temps beating down and reflecting off the stubble left…
This morning I can almost twist the atmosphere in my hands and wring it right out like a dishrag. The heat and humidity press in around me leaving me feeling quite similar to a rather limp dishrag. To the north, the evening brings us a building storm and streaks of lightning punctuate the landscape. No…
