Goodnight sweet earth

A couple of weeks ago, the weather was absolutely beautiful . . . an Indian summer by many accounts.

Fall is my favorite time of year. Our woods are filled with spectacular and intense color. Elroy (our Lab) and I took a walk through our own slice of heaven to enjoy the bronze, gold and ruby leaves still clinging to the branches. Each leaf seemed to explode with color against the bright blue sky . . . such a glorious gift God gives me every autumn.

Now, the weather has turned damp and cold as the Thanksgiving holiday approaches. The leaves are all but gone. The grass is dull, lifeless. The sky grows grey.

That's okay. It's time to say, "goodnight, sweet earth." Winter approaches, and with it, God will bring a different set of beautiful sights to see here on the farm.