This morning the sunlight washed over the world in rays of yellow and gold. (I didn’t get a photo this morning, but it looked like this from last summer)
The clouds from yesterday scattered and gone. Although, the rising of the sun yesterday was amazing, with it’s rays of orange and apricot and purple breaking forth from the heavy clouds.
Today promises to be a fine day! The trees and bushes and even the weeds are all starting to go to gold and rust with splashes of red.
Today I will water up my yard and gardens. Making sure they do NOT go into winter dry and thirsty. The flight of the sun and the falling leaves my constant companions.
Before the day ends Terry and I will (also) go down and put the water pump and all the sprinkler lines to bed for the winter, at our other house. After, which, we will do the same for our yard.
A farm, any farm, has a life of it’s own. Although, after all the harvest is done the heartbeat slows, pacing itself. (Photo taken last year 2015)
We are not there yet. We are in the process of waiting for the corn to dry enough to harvest. Until corn harvest is over, we spend our time putting things to bed, closing down the summer things, getting ready—for winter.
Still much to do!
From my world to your heart!